Chapter 2009 Grand Ceremony (1)

Chapter 2009 Grand Ceremony (1)

"The gate is the medium," Lin Yitong declared upon returning to the courtyard within the Kunlun Realm. "Once you leave entirely, returning here will likely be impossible."

Yun Lintian furrowed his brow. The time travel issue wasn't his primary concern at the moment; it was the Primordial Gods. He couldn't tell if they were even aware of his existence.

No matter how hard Yun Lintian racked his brain, he couldn't fathom his father's intention in sending him here. It seemed entirely pointless and placed him in unnecessary danger.

"There's no need to worry," Lin Yitong said, seeming to pierce Yun Lintian's thoughts. "I haven't detected any True Gods so far. The restrictions on this area must be preventing them from entering. Now, your focus should be on your training."

She glanced at Yun Yi and Zhang Yu. "This is also a great opportunity for all four of you."

"Understood," Yun Yi, Zhang Yu, Nantian Fengyu, and Long Qingxuan readily responded.

Lin Yitong rose and walked to an open space behind the garden. With a gentle wave of her hand, the grass on the ground grew rapidly, forming a strange formation.

At that moment, Yun Lintian and the others felt the surrounding spiritual energy surge, gathering around the grassy area Lin Yitong had just created.

"Go ahead," Lin Yitong said gently, beckoning everyone forward.

Yun Lintian and his companions didn't hesitate. They entered the grass formation. It felt like diving into a warm spring, except instead of water, it was pure, invigorating spiritual energy. Their cores thrummed with anticipation as they channeled the energy.

Hours melted away like snowflakes in a furnace. Fueled by the concentrated energy, Zhang Yu, Nantian Fengyu, and Long Qingxuan all broke through cultivation bottlenecks, their auras noticeably expanding.

Suddenly, the gentle surge of energy intensified. Yun Lintian opened his eyes, a frown creasing his brow. The air shimmered, and a holographic image flickered to life above the formation. It depicted a majestic mountain range bathed in an otherworldly light.

Outside, Lin Feng and the other three sect masters gazed up at the celestial image in surprise.

"What is that?" Hou Jinyang inquired, puzzled.

The day of the ceremony finally arrived. Lin Feng reappeared in the courtyard, his expression uncharacteristically tense. "The ceremony is about to begin," he announced. "I would like to invite Senior and everyone to our grand ceremony."

"Let's go," Lin Yitong said, glancing at Yun Lintian and the others.

Everyone rose and followed Lin Yitong out of the courtyard.

The lush greenery of the Kunlun Realm contrasted sharply with the stark white marble pathway leading towards the distant ancestral hall. Its intricate carvings and symbols glowed faintly with an ethereal light.

Upon reaching the plaza, they found it densely packed with people, overflowing into the hall itself. The number of attendees had grown significantly compared to the previous week, and a large group of ordinary people were present. It was evident they had undertaken a significant journey to participate in the worship of the Kunlun God.

"Please," Lin Feng gestured towards Lin Yitong, indicating a designated area he had prepared for her.

Lin Yitong offered a faint smile and proceeded towards the designated area, followed by Yun Lintian and his companions.

Lin Feng strode towards the Kunlun God's statue within the hall and turned to address the crowd. His voice echoed through the vast space. "The ceremony will begin shortly."

A solemn hush fell over the crowd as they ceased all conversation.

The scent of burning incense hung heavy in the air, a thick cloud swirling around the colossal jade statue dominating the Hall of Divine Ancestors. Lin Feng ascended the dais and knelt down.

All the disciples and guests, except Lin Yitong's group, followed suit, kneeling in neat rows. Their white robes stood out starkly against the polished obsidian floor. Each person held a glowing incense stick, their heads bowed in reverence.

Lin Feng raised his hands, the jade bangle adorning his wrist clicking softly. A hush fell over the hall, thick with anticipation. His voice boomed through the chamber, vibrating with power.

"Esteemed ancestors, who carved our path through the heavens! We, your humble descendants, gather today to honor your legacy. We stand upon the foundation you built, protected by your unwavering spirit!"

A wave of energy pulsed from the jade statue as if in response. The disciples and guests bowed lower, a collective murmur of reverence rippling through the hall.

Lin Feng continued, his voice resonating with a rhythmic cadence. He recounted the glorious history of the Kunlun Realm's people, the battles fought, the sacrifices made, and the trials endured. Each word was a testament to the unwavering spirit of the Kunlun God's descendants, a legacy passed down through generations...