The Immeasurable Saint Emperor stood on the high platform, his sleeves fluttering gently in the wind.
He didn't speak immediately, but instead looked around the entire Supreme Qian Dao Arena.
Representatives from various factions on the nine high platforms, the densely packed cultivators watching the ceremony on the white jade platform, and even the countless figures floating above the sea of clouds, all fell silent, waiting for the Lord of the Sacred Court to speak.
" The Dragon Terrace Sacred Banquet has now come to a successful conclusion."
His voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached every corner, as if heaven and earth themselves were announcing the end of an era and the beginning of a new chapter.
He slightly raised his hand, gesturing towards Han Xuanji in a suggestive manner:
"The championship belongs to the Sacred Court, Han Xuanji."
As soon as he finished speaking, the entire dojo erupted in another wave of applause and cheers.
Countless people chanted the name of " Undefeated Young Venerable," their shouts rising in waves, shaking the entire sea of clouds and causing it to churn endlessly.
Han Xuanji stood on the high platform of the Sacred Court, surrounded by the crowd. Although his face remained calm, he was filled with emotion.
Undefeated.
This title is not something just anyone can bear on the Eternal Continent.
There are not many geniuses in history who have been called "invincible", and the most famous of them is Saint Emperor Taiqian.
In his youth, that first Saint Emperor swept aside his peers and never suffered a defeat. Ultimately, based on this fortune and Tianming, he stepped into the Saint King Realm Stage and established the eternal foundation of the Sacred Court.
This is why Ying Household regard "undefeated" as the highest honor. This title symbolizes Tianming in their hearts and is the supreme symbol of Lineage glory.
Ying Yuan had carried this title before, but now he clearly finds it difficult to bear the weight of it.
If you want to wear the crown, you must bear its weight.
Han Xuanji clearly had the qualifications.
A murmur of discussion arose in the arena, with many speculating about the power behind Han Xuanji's final move.
Some say it's Saint King- level Divine Ability, others say it's some kind of ancient Secret Method, and still others recognize it as the Ten Directions Holy Lord's Ten Directions Return to Origin Seal, but they don't understand why its power far surpasses the original.
But no one could give a definitive answer.
Only a few Saint King- level beings vaguely sensed that the silver-haired, silver-flame state was extraordinary, but none of them spoke of it.
After all, the power that Li Linglong used, if examined closely, should not have been something that Eternal True God could wield.
In a sense, both of them relied on external forces, but it doesn't count as breaking the rules.
On the other side of the Hongmeng Dao Palace, the Saint King Xiaoyao watched Li Linglong being teleported back to the high platform without showing the slightest displeasure.
He reached out to support his disciple, gently patting her back with tenderness.
Li Linglong was pale, but she shook her head at him to indicate that she was fine.
The Saint King Xiaoyao smiled, tapped her shoulder with his folding fan, and spoke in a relaxed tone:
"If you lose, you lose. Go back and practice more."
Li Linglong lowered her head, remained silent for a moment, and then softly hummed in agreement.
Too many emotions surged within her; the appearance of Wan Zhu and her defeat by Han Xuanji were things she had never anticipated.
She needs time to think it over.
The Saint King Xiaoyao shifted his gaze from his disciple to Han Xuanji, who was surrounded by the crowd, and suddenly chuckled softly.
That smile contained emotion, relief, and a complex meaning that others couldn't understand.
He muttered something to himself, a sound only he could hear:
" Shifang has truly found a fine successor."
He wasn't as disappointed as he had imagined; instead, it felt like something that had been weighing on his heart for years had finally been let go.
This ending isn't so bad.
On the other side, Han Xuanji was surrounded by countless people.
Among them are powerful Holy Lord, elders of the Twelve Sacred Halls, and even hall masters.
They came forward one by one, offering praise and congratulations, some even presenting gifts, their words full of goodwill and a desire to make friends.
Many of the powerful beings in the Sacred Court have actually reached a point where they can hardly advance any further; after all, a person's potential is ultimately limited.
Although they are admired for their strength, it is almost impossible for them to take that next step.
In reality, many cultivators make rapid progress at a certain point in their lives, but once they slow down, they may stop progressing at that point for the rest of their lives.
To break through the bottleneck, one has to take enormous risks and risk everything.
Han Xuanji was different.
He is young, well-established, blessed with good fortune, and his potential is far from exhausted.
People like this are worth investing in.
However, Han Xuanji remained neither humble nor arrogant, and did not intend to accept these kind offers.
At this time, saying or doing the wrong thing can lead to unforeseen consequences.
After all, he didn't really understand the intricacies of the Holy Temple. Although his current status didn't seem high—he was just an ordinary disciple of the Holy Lord —he was still quite familiar with the inner workings of the Sacred Hall.
But in reality, its status has already risen accordingly.
Within the Sacred Court, how many can truly catch the eye of the Saint Emperor?
The previous actions of the Immeasurable Saint Emperor also sent a certain signal.
Perhaps, the future of the Sacred Court belongs to Han Xuanji.
These powerful figures didn't mind extending goodwill to this prodigy with boundless potential.
It can be said that as long as Han Xuanji doesn't do anything reckless, he should be able to roam freely in the Sacred Court.
At this moment, a kind-looking black-robed cultivator squeezed in front of Han Xuanji. This person was not tall, but his aura was unfathomable. He was the hall master of the Tenth Sacred Hall and a peak Peak Holy Lord level expert.
He smiled and sized up Han Xuanji, then took out a jet-black jade bottle with dark gold patterns flowing on its surface from his sleeve and handed it to Han Xuanji:
"This is the Essence Blood of the Holy Lord- level ferocious beast, the Hundred Calamities Sacred Tiger. Perhaps it can provide some help to your little spirit pet."
Han Xuanji took the jade bottle. It was heavy in his hand, and a very deep tiger's roar could be faintly heard from inside the bottle, making his palms slightly numb.
He thought of Little White, that lazy cat, and couldn't help but chuckle to himself.
This hall master is thoughtful; even if he were to offer a truly extravagant gift, he wouldn't accept it easily.
These small gifts don't matter.
He thanked them repeatedly, and the other party frankly expressed their hope that Han Xuanji could join the Tenth Sacred Hall in the future.
Han Xuanji said that if it was possible, then there was no problem.
Upon hearing this, the other person smiled even more kindly and offered a few more words of encouragement before leaving.
Then, the others seemed to understand Han Xuanji's thoughts, and didn't bring out anything particularly good.
Therefore, Han Xuanji received many small gifts, including spiritual fruits, pills, Cultivation Method Jade Slip, and some special ninth-order Eternal Dao Artifact.
While their monetary value isn't particularly high, these are actually extremely valuable treasures for ordinary Eternal True God.
For Han Xuanji, they were simply left to gather dust in the warehouse or given away as gifts.
Han Xuanji thanked them one by one, saying that these little trinkets were nothing and he could accept them without hesitation.