The turmoil at Imperial Dao Mountain gradually subsided.
Yet not a single one of the many factions moved; their attitudes had grown even more respectful.
King Zhenbei... now the Martial Emperor.
After glancing back below, he turned and stepped into the secluded cultivation grounds atop Imperial Dao Mountain.
He still needed to stabilize the Imperial Dao Sword that bore the Northern Border's fortune.
As the Martial Emperor vanished.
The crowd had yet to recover from their recent shock.
The Demon Suppression Bureau's Commander-in-Chief took a single step to reach the summit of Imperial Dao Mountain, then beckoned toward the foot of the mountain.
"Blade, come!"
Everyone's gaze immediately locked onto where Long Quan pointed.
The Golden Scale at Luo Chen's waist trembled lightly, transforming into a crimson streak of light that flew toward the mountaintop.
The flames of the Mystic Phoenix Nirvana Furnace flickered, no longer as vigorous as before.
But only this way would the Golden Scale not be melted in an instant.
With a sweep of his hand, the Golden Scale slipped into the Mystic Phoenix Nirvana Furnace, and the furnace lid that had been blasted away steadily closed over it.
Having done all this.
Long Quan nodded in satisfaction before taking a step forward and arriving before Luo Chen.
Though the many Northern Border factions had already formed their guesses, they were still shocked when they truly saw it unfold before their eyes.
"Everyone, Luo Chen of the Demon Suppression Bureau possesses exceptional talent and excellent character. I shall take him as my disciple, and on a chosen day, we will hold a disciple-taking ceremony."
Upon hearing the Demon Suppression Bureau's Commander-in-Chief say this with their own ears, no matter what the various factions thought inwardly.
Smiles appeared on their faces as they offered their congratulations.
"Congratulations,