On July fifteenth, the Netherworld Festival, the ghost gates stood wide open, and yin and yang converged.
Across the vast Southwestern Five Commanderies of Fasinuo Province, countless clans and sects followed ancient rites, holding grand ceremonies to honor their ancestors. The Heavenly Wolf Sect was no exception, remembering its forebears' blessings on this deep, dark night.
Heavenly Wolf Mountain rose majestically, with sheer cliffs on three sides as though hewn by a blade. Only a corner on its southern side lay as flat as a mat. There the Heavenly Wolf Sect held sway, using the mountain's imposing terrain to display its full grandeur.
During the day, everyone in the sect had paid their respects to its departed predecessors with utmost reverence. The ceremony had been solemn and magnificent, with over a thousand disciples and followers gathered to remember the past and pass on the flame of their legacy. It had been quite a bustling affair.
As the sun sank in the west, brilliant lights filled the sect grounds, and banquet tables were laid out one after another. Amid laughter and cheerful chatter, everyone ate meat and drank wine, reveling in the shared feast.
Deep within the inner hall, Sect Master Lang Chengming sat at the center of the main table, flanked by Grand Elders Lang Weiyuan and Lang Weihong. All three were among the sect's strongest experts-Soul Douluos.
They shared the table with Grand Elder Wang Zhen and several Soul Saint elders. Cups passed back and forth as they drank and chatted in a lively atmosphere.
"Congratulations, Sect Master! The sect's income has soared this year, up twenty percent from last year. The mines in particular-we discovered a new mystic iron mine, and its output is staggering." Finance Elder Kang Yuxiang spoke first, unable to conceal his delight.
"Exactly, exactly!