"I, Zhen Huan, swear upon the Great Dao that I willingly take Lady Female Kunpeng as my master. In life, I belong to the Kunpeng lineage; in death, I will be a ghost of the Kunpeng lineage."
The Ancient Female Double-Pupil knelt directly before the Blood Pool and solemnly swore upon the Great Dao. This was an exceedingly serious oath. As a woman herself, she deeply admired Female Kunpeng and utterly loathed the factions whose sneak attacks had led to her death. Then she kowtowed four times, striking her head heavily against the ground.
Kunpeng Son: "..."
They really were one family. Even their vows of discipleship followed the same pattern.
Still, it was pleasing to hear. It made her feel like one of their own straight away.
Xiao Tian: "..."
Next came the baptism. Here, only Kunpeng Son could wield his true cultivation. He gazed at the Blood Pool in silence.
No one spoke. They silently watched everything, deeply feeling Female Kunpeng's love for her son.
Half the Blood Pool appeared golden and the other half black, forming a Yin-Yang Diagram. Chaos qi seethed above it, hazy and indistinct, with mist swirling through the air, dense beyond measure and grand in its majesty.
Five minutes passed before Kunpeng Son waved his hand, sweeping Xiao Tian, War Goddess Yu Meiren, and the Ancient Double-Pupil Woman Zhen Huan into the Blood Pool.
He had chosen to give away the Blood Pool's final three opportunities for baptism. Too much time had passed. If his original body was still alive, he would have matured by now, and these things would no longer be of much use to him. Better to help those who came after him.
All in all, he was very satisfied with the three disciples he had found for his mother,