Qin Ping immediately spotted Yun Jin and Feng Linglong among the figures, and his gaze flickered.
This was… Wushuang Sect?
"I think I saw Linglong," someone said. "National Preceptor Qin, is this the Wushuang Sect secret realm you mentioned?"
Qin Ping nodded, "It should be. The one standing in the center is Yun Jin, whom I spoke of, she is the next sect master of Wushuang Sect. I sensed powerful Qi resonance from her. In the future, she will lead us onto a new path."
His voice was steady.
Yet the others still hesitated.
Qin Ping had once saved countless lives and was truly a once in a millennium Grand Chancellor. Sustained by the incense of countless households, his Qi Luck was astonishing.
Though they had also contributed in various ways, the degree of Qi Luck attached to them was far inferior to Qing Ping's.
After his Qi Luck reached a certain threshold, Qin Ping often seemed to perceive faint guidance from the unseen.
Most of the time, his intuitions were correct, but there had been one or two occasions where he had made mistakes.
Now, with a single statement, he was tying the futures of so many people to a Nascent Soul Stage cultivator.
They didn't dare gamble lightly.
Qin Ping wasn't in a hurry, "No matter what, let us first observe."
They nodded.
Wushuang Sect…
This name had lain dormant for far too long.
They too wished to see whether Yun Jin and Wushuang Sect were worthy of staking everything upon.
"Immortals! These are immortals!"
Below, commoners stared at the massive projection and cried out in astonishment.
"What are the immortals doing?"
"I see Immortal Feng! Look, that's Immortal Feng!"
"Where? Where?"
"I found her too! Immortal Feng is the most outstanding sword cultivator among the younger generation of Canglan Kingdom. Among all those people, she must be at the center!"
"Yes! Perhaps this projection was arranged by Immortal Feng herself to let us witness her elegance!"
"You frogs at the bottom of a well! Don't you see? Those are disciples of the four holy lands!"
"Kunlun Sword Sect, Beast Taming Sect, Xuandan Sect, Qingxiao Pavilion, they're all there!"
"Where exactly is this image coming from?"
Discussion erupted everywhere.
Super sect Yuehua Sect.
A talisman ignited in the air.
The image instantly appeared.
The sect master of Yuehua Sect raised his eyes slightly, narrowing them.
Wushuang Sect's secret realm.
Originally, they had planned to eliminate Yun Jin the moment the secret realm opened. Later, unforeseen complications arose, and now they couldn't even lock onto Wushuang Sect's entrance.
But that didn't matter.
Yun Jin could hide for now, but not for a lifetime.
She would eventually leave the secret realm, and when she did, that would be the day she died.
The Yuehua Sect Master waved a hand, attempting to erase the projection.
Then his eyes narrowed further.
Even with his strength, he couldn't wipe the image away.
The talisman seemed to contain a trace of some Great Dao.
He let out a cold laugh.
He suddenly remembered some unpleasant memories.
Only Wushuang Sect's people would be so extravagant, embedding the principles of the Great Dao into everything.
Very well. If they wished to show it, then let them show it.
Wushuang Sect secret realm.
"Little Master, all preparations are complete," An Tong said.
Yun Jin nodded.
She could already feel it. Right now, within the system, Emotion Points were rapidly increasing.
But it hadn't yet reached its peak.
That's very normal.
Most of the current emotional reactions were triggered by the spectacle itself, not by her personally.
The Emotion Points couldn't be fully attributed to her yet.
Next.
She needed to gather all that emotion onto herself.
"Then let us begin. An Tong, you will preside over the ceremony," Yun Jin said.
Earlier, they had briefly discussed it. The goal was simple, be as high-profile as possible. They must make it unforgettable to everyone watching.
"Yes."
An Tong took a deep breath.
"Wushuang Sect, the thirty-third Sect Master, Yun Jin's succession ceremony officially begins."
"Let all weapons gather."
As An Tong's voice fell, the weapons in the Armory rose into the air.
Countless weapons lined both sides of the staircase, releasing thunderous vibrations like roaring cries.
They had remained silent for too long, and now, they didn't want to remain silent again.
A thousand years of waiting.
At last, this moment had arrived.
They would have a new successor, and Wushuang Sect would shine anew.
Sunlight poured down and silver radiance flowed from the weapons, converging upon the steps like a river of stars.
Yun Jin stepped forward onto the first step.
A faint smile curved her lips.
Although the aura of these weapons were razor-sharp, when it brushed against her, it felt exceptionally gentle.
As though countless predecessors, although not present, were witnessing this moment in their own way.
Yun Jin took the second step.
An Tong waved his hand.
Golden sunlight descended, scattering golden stars across the silver river.
Even Yun Jin herself seemed to be cloaked in gold, inexplicably giving off a feeling that made people avert their gazes.
Yun Jin took the third step.
Her garments suddenly transformed into magnificent robes of gold and silver.
Tianpo nearly wept again.
These were the robes of the Sect Master of Wushuang Sect, once worn by the Sword Sage of Ten Thousand Daos.
Other than being a symbol, they were a rare defensive artifact, capable of assuming any form at will.
Now.
Yun Jin had chosen its most resplendent appearance.
Yun Jin took the fourth step.
A jade crown appeared upon her head.
This jade crown didn't seem ornate, yet its luster carried an aura that stirred instinctive submission upon the people who sees it.
Yun Jin took the fifth step.
Throughout the Wushuang Sect secret realm, all vegetation blossomed and bore fruit, as though expressing boundless joy.
Yun Jin took the sixth step.
The River of Enlightenment surged, all fragments of the Great Dao radiated brilliance.
Yun Jin took the seventh step.
Tianpo appeared in her hand, a symbol of succession from the previous sect master to the present.
Yun Jin took the eighth step.
The stone statues of divine beasts before the hall seemed to awaken and knelt in submission towards her.
Yun Jin took the ninth and final step.
She stood at the summit of the staircase, radiant beyond compare.
Silence filled the air beneath.
Duan Yiwei clenched his teeth.
Earlier, along that path, he had nearly felt compelled to kneel several times, but he resisted with all his strength.
Then Yun Jin, standing high above, suddenly cast a glance downward.
At that single glance.
Duan Yiwei, along with several others, could no longer resist and dropped to their knees to pay respect.
Jin Yu looked sideways in surprise.
Was Duan Yiwei that reverent toward Junior Sister Yun?
That's not right. Other than Duan Yiwei, nearly all of Qingxiao Pavilion had knelt.
A few from the other sects had knelt as well. Even one disciple of Kunlun Sword Sect bent their knee.
What's going on?
Jin Yu's expression shifted slightly.
An Tong glanced over and said calmly, "In front of the Sect Master Hall, those harboring malicious intent toward the Sect Master will kneel of their own accord and may not enter. The others may continue to witness the ceremony."