latelenovela Chapter 1903
Chapter 1903
Facing the attention of the crowd, Chen Xuan, Qiu Zixian, and the other three simply smiled faintly, not paying much attention—for them, being a personal disciple was just the starting point, and the real path of cultivation had only just begun.
The formal disciple initiation ceremony was faster than expected; in less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the gray-blue procession once again emerged from the main hall of the sect leader.
Five or six disciples in the group stood out. Their cheeks were flushed, their hands were tightly gripping their newly received Taoist robes, their eyes were filled with barely suppressed excitement, and their steps were even a little unsteady.
“According to the sect’s custom, when a third-generation disciple enters the sect, if his or her talent is outstanding enough, there is a very small chance that he or she will be chosen by a True Immortal Elder and directly accepted as his or her personal disciple.” Cang Yue looked at the backs of those people and said with a hint of envy, “These people were able to gain the favor of a True Immortal at the Myriad Manifestations Realm. I wonder which elder they have become disciples of. They are truly fortunate.”
Xu Kong Wendao nodded in agreement, then turned to Chen Xuan and the others and said, “Senior Brother Chen Xuan and Senior Sister Zixian, don’t worry. Core disciples and personal disciples don’t need to worry about becoming disciples. According to the rules, we will definitely be able to become disciples of True Immortals. It’s just a matter of which elder is more compatible with us.”
As Chen Xuan listened, he became increasingly curious about the strength of the sect's elders and enshrined figures—the fact that even the direct disciples felt awe towards these top experts meant that their cultivation levels were likely far beyond his comprehension.
Just then, the golden boy and jade maiden guarding the hall entrance spoke again, their voices piercing through the crowd: "This year's core disciples number fourteen, and the personal disciples number four. Enter the hall immediately for the initiation ceremony!"
As the words fell, Chen Xuan and his group stepped forward, followed closely by the veteran core disciples and personal disciples behind them.
Everyone initially thought that the space inside the main hall was limited, which was why they had to enter in batches. However, as soon as they stepped through the hall's gate, they were shocked by the scene before them—the hall was actually equipped with a top-level mustard seed array, which extended the space infinitely. They couldn't see the top when they looked up or the edge when they looked down. It could accommodate thousands of people, or even tens of thousands of people, and it would feel exceptionally spacious.
There were no candles in the hall, only glass lamps hanging from the dome, their wicks glowing with a pale golden light, burning quietly and illuminating the entire hall in every detail.
In the center of the front porch of the main hall is an open-air circular courtyard. A beam of golden light shines down from the wellhead and lands on a 19-zhang-tall stone tablet in the shape of a tortoise.
The stone tablet is simple and ancient, with only the characters "Heaven" and "Earth" engraved on its surface. However, the closer one looks, the more one can feel the profound artistic conception between the lines. It is a kind of profound feeling that makes Chen Xuan feel insignificant, as if an ant is looking up at the sky, floating and gazing at the deep sea, and his heart is full of shock.
Passing through the Heaven and Earth Stone Tablet, you arrive at the main hall of the Sect Leader's Hall.
Countless figures floated in the void, each sitting on a cloud bed, their auras deep and profound.
In the void at the very top, a nine-tiered table made of Fusang divine wood floats, with neatly arranged wooden plaques on it, each engraved with the name of the sect's ancestors, exuding solemnity and reverence.
The ten sect elders, eight True Immortals, and five Holy Sons were all present, while hundreds of core disciples and more than thirty personal disciples lined up on the outermost edge, forming a circular queue.
Such a display of power not only shocked Huang Daoji and other core disciples, but even Chen Xuan was secretly alarmed – was this the top-level strength of the Heartless Holy Land?
Huang Daoji and the others had already held their breath, not daring to even breathe loudly. Their hands were tightly pressed against their sides, and their eyes were fixed on the ground, for fear of accidentally being impolite.
Chen Xuan paused abruptly as his gaze swept over the cloud beds in the void—on the third cloud bed on the left-hand side sat a middle-aged man dressed in blue robes, with a lean face and gentle eyes. He was none other than the Star-Gazing Immortal who had made an appointment with him on Xuanxiao Star.
“Senior Lanxing.” Chen Xuan felt a warmth in his heart, and his eyes welled up with tears. Back then, when he left his hometown, traversed billions of miles of void, and endured many hardships to come to the Sacred Land of Heartless Love, wasn’t it all to fulfill the promise between the two of them?