893: Chapter 882 Qianxi Advances to Candidate for Goddess of the Temple!

Above the dome floated a silver sun condensed from the Power of Time.

The sun rotated slowly, and with every turn, wisps of extremely pure Power of Time scattered from the sun wheel, shrouding the entire hall in sacred and solemn silver radiance.

This was the core council hall of the Temple of Time — the Sanctuary of Time.

The Elders of the Temple of Time, who had lived for countless millennia and were at least in the True Emperor Realm, sat in circles on the silver seats surrounding the hall, their gazes fixed on the slender figure in the moon-white dress in the center of the hall.

Saintess Qian Xi stood quietly in the center of the hall, with brilliant silver light swirling around her like countless silver Dragons.

Behind her, a Time Golden Body standing ninety-eight zhang tall stood majestically.

A moment later, Saintess Qian Xi slowly retracted the Time Golden Body into her body, and the silver light swirling around her quietly faded.

She bowed respectfully to the Elders around her and stood quietly in place, waiting for their verdict.

"Saintess Qian Xi's Golden Body has reached ninety-eight zhang, and she has obtained part of the Legacy of the Eternal True Emperor in the Sea of Time. In terms of both talent and Opportunity, she is the best of the best. This Elder believes she is qualified to become one of the Goddess candidates."

A white-haired Elder of the Temple of Time in the hall spoke first, his tone full of praise.

"I second that."

"I second that."

For a time, voices of agreement rose and fell within the hall.

However, not all Elders were of the same opinion — "I disagree. Saintess Qian Xi's current Golden Body height and achievements barely reach the threshold for a Goddess candidate. There is no need to rush this matter; it would be better to observe for a while longer before making a decision."

A cold-faced Elder voiced his objection in a deep voice.

"I second that."

Sounds of agreement and opposition echoed in the hall, but anyone with a discerning eye could see that the vast majority of Elders were inclined to support Saintess Qian Xi becoming a Goddess candidate.

Saintess Qian Xi's current strength and achievements, if judged solely on hard metrics, had just barely touched the minimum threshold for a Goddess candidate.

Any Elder present, if determined to veto, would have sufficient reasons.

However, the forces standing behind Saintess Qian Xi were simply too vast.

Since its founding, the Temple of Time had been jointly controlled by the three ancient clans: the Qian, Shi, and Liu families. These three families controlled over eighty percent of the core decision-making power in the Temple of Time.

And Saintess Qian Xi was the most outstanding direct descendant of the Qian Family in this generation. Behind her stood the vast power of the entire Qian Family, which had been deeply rooted in the Temple of Time for countless millennia.

This heritage and background were also part of her strength.

"Since the majority of Elders have expressed their agreement, I, the Palace Master, hereby announce — from today onwards, Saintess Qian Xi officially becomes one of the Goddess candidates."

Palace Master Qian Ningshuang of the Temple of Time sat on the silver-white throne at the highest point of the hall. Her dignified and majestic face showed no emotional fluctuations, and her voice was cold and indisputable.

Upon hearing this, a look of undisguisable joy appeared on Saintess Qian Xi's beautiful and refined face.

She bowed deeply towards the Palace Master: "Thank you, Palace Master."

From Saintess to Goddess Candidate — this step seemed to only add the title of "candidate," but in reality, it was a world of difference.

It meant that she had entered the vision and cultivation sequence of the highest level of the Temple of Time. From now on, the cultivation resources, Cultivation Technique, Legacy, and even guidance from Elders she would receive would far exceed those of a Saint or Saintess.

All of this was thanks to the Time Profundity her Master had bestowed upon her. Without her Master, she could never have reached this point so smoothly.

Saintess Qian Xi secretly swore in her heart that when her Master needed her in the future, she would do her utmost to repay even a fraction of her Master's kindness.

...

Taixuan Holy Land.

The brilliant light on the teleportation array atop the mountain peak suddenly lit up. After the light slowly dissipated, Qin Yan and the group of dozens of people reappeared in this familiar world.

In the distance, the seven towering True Inheritance Mountain peaks still stood majestically. In the valleys, cranes chirped, and the Spiritual Qi was so dense that it flowed slowly in the air like a thin mist.

Two months. He had finally returned.

"Everyone, return and rest well. Consolidate your gains from the Temple of Time."

Elder Zhou Xuantong, who led the team, gave a brief instruction before he and the other Elders turned into streaks of light and disappeared into the horizon.

After bidding farewell to Senior Disciple Wen Ya, Qin Yan also turned and left the mountain peak.

A quarter of an hour later, Qin Yan pushed open the familiar stone door of his Immortal Cave and returned to this Small World he had left for two full months.

The spiritual liquid in the spirit pool was still flowing slowly, and the night-luminescent pearls on the dome were still emitting a soft light. All the furnishings were exactly the same as when he left.

Qin Yan did not Cultivate, nor did he ponder any Cultivation Technique; he just lay quietly on the bed in the bedroom of the Immortal Cave.

With his hands behind his head, his eyes gazed at the flickering night-luminescent pearls on the dome.

His mind quietly replayed the scenes he had experienced in the Temple of Time over the past two months.

Those scenes, like vivid paintings, slowly emerged in his mind: the Wanfa Palace of the Temple of Time, the silver waves of the Sea of Time, Yue Chenyuan's ninety-nine-zhang Golden Body, the Dark Enslavement of Saintess Qian Xi and Saint Son Chen Xun... scene after scene flashed before his eyes like a revolving lantern.

Qin Yan slowly closed his eyes...

This sleep was exceptionally deep. When he opened his eyes again, time had quietly arrived at the next day, which was October 1st.

Qin Yan sat up from the bed and stretched his muscles and bones vigorously, feeling an indescribable sense of comfort throughout his body.

He picked up the Holy Land token at his waist, immersed his Mental Energy into it, and began to check the messages that had accumulated during this period.

There were many messages — from Huang Jiuli, Jiang Li, the little fatty Shen Wanqian, and congratulations and greetings from some less familiar fellow Disciples.

After Qin Yan finished replying to them one by one, his gaze fell on an announcement issued by the Holy Land authorities at the bottom of the token.

"The Cangwu Small World has been fully opened. The Holy Land never skimps on cultivating outstanding Disciples. This time, whichever Disciple can be the first to conquer the Cangwu Small World and suppress the entire Small World will receive a portion of the Origin of the Cangwu Small World.

Note: Limited to Disciples who have the qualifications to enter the Cangwu Small World.

Conquest Mission: Take down the five major regions of the Cangwu Small World and subdue all forces."

This announcement was just posted yesterday.

"Is this timing a bit too coincidental?"

After reading it, a thought involuntarily emerged in Qin Yan's mind.

This news was released neither early nor late, but precisely on the day he returned from the Temple of Time, giving him a faint feeling.

This mission seemed to be waiting specifically for his return, tailor-made for him.