Gifted Talent and Immortal Guidance

The heroes saluted in solemn respect, the scene shaking the heart.

The Shen Yun of today had long since spread his name throughout the world, and could be called a myth walking among mortals.

Many cultivators had crossed a thousand mountains and ten thousand rivers to come here, only to glimpse this legendary existence. Now their wish had finally been fulfilled, and their hearts surged, rising and falling in waves.

"Rise."

Shen Yun's voice was not loud, yet it seemed to carry the majesty of heaven and earth. When everyone heard it, they unconsciously straightened their backs.

The young heavenly talents looked up at that imposing figure, the heat in their eyes impossible to conceal, their hearts yearning toward him.

A name shaking the world, attaining the Dao and ascending to immortality.

--This was the realm all who cultivated the Dao sought for their entire lives, yet the handsome, godlike young man before them had reached this step in only a few decades. Who would not be convinced? Who would not be sincere and reverent?

Those old friends who had once walked alongside Shen Yun now wore looks of glory, as if his radiance had also illuminated that fierce, towering era that belonged to them.

Just as the crowd's emotions were surging, Bai Fasheng set down the wine gourd in his hand and slowly rose.

With a warm smile on his face, he cupped his hands toward Shen Yun in the main seat and said, "Today's grand occasion is the greatest since Ask Dao Mountain founded its sect. We respectfully invite the sect master to personally preside over it."

The elders of Ask Dao Mountain were mostly people like clear wind and a bright moon. Though they had held high positions over these years, they had always remained indifferent