58: All the holy lands gathered, and the Empress of Taixu appeared.

Above the Central Sky Island, the sea of clouds surged like a dragon.

Palaces loomed within them, housing the representatives of various major forces attending this Saint Coronation Ceremony.

Naturally, the main hall belonged to the host, the Xuantian Holy Land.

"Brother Jiang, congratulations to your Xuantian Holy Land for finally selecting this generation's Saint. I heard he is even your Personal Disciple? Brother Jiang truly knows how to teach students."

At that moment, a loud laugh resounded above the sky island.

A massive Flame Divine Bird was seen crossing the Void Realm from the horizon. Even though it had restrained its scorching flames, the temperature above the entire sky island rose significantly.

Upon reaching the sky above the Central Sky Island, a group of experts wearing black ceremonial robes stepped down from the Flame Divine Bird.

The leader was a middle-aged man, the nine Golden Crow sun totems on his ceremonial robes flickering intermittently.

"So it is Brother Jin."

The Xuantian Holy Master appeared in mid-air and said with a smile, "Your Jiuyang Holy Land established its Saint two years ago. I imagine that lad Feng Jiuyang's strength isn't weak by now. Why didn't he come to attend this grand event?"

"Haha, that boy has been in secluded meditation recently, preparing to Breakthrough to the Dao-Peeking Realm, so I didn't bring him along."

The Jiuyang Holy Master laughed heartily, his tone carrying a hint of pride.

After all, among the younger generation under the age of thirty, there were currently very few Prodigies whose strength had reached the Dao-Peeking Realm on the surface.

The most famous among them was the Saint of the Yuanshi Holy Land, Di Xuancang.

Now barely thirty years old, he already possessed a cultivation at the sixth level of the Dao-Peeking Realm, making him arguably the strongest Prodigy of the current era.

As for the Jiuyang Holy Land, it was only an immortal-grade holy land. For their Saint's strength to reach this level was already something to be proud of.

One must know,

The entire Great World consisted of 365 continents, countless ancient life stars, and Secret Realm worlds, with a total of 198 Holy Land-level forces.

Among them, there were strong and weak ones, which could roughly be divided into three tiers.

The first tier consisted of Holy Lands that had produced more than one Great Emperor and left behind several Imperial Weapons.

There were not many such Holy Lands, only ten in total, and they were known as Supreme-grade Holy Lands; the Xuantian Holy Land was one of them.

The second tier consisted of Holy Lands that had produced one Great Emperor and left behind one Imperial Weapon to guard them.

There were over fifty such Holy Lands, known as immortal-grade holy lands, and the Jiuyang Holy Land was one of them.

The third tier comprised Holy Lands that possessed Emperor-level Legacies but had never produced a Great Emperor ancestor, nor had they left behind an Imperial Weapon to guard them. The strongest person in their entire Sect's history only had the cultivation of a Heavenly Venerate.

There were over 130 such Holy Lands, making them the most numerous and the most ordinary type of Holy Land.

Throughout countless eons, Immortal-grade and supreme-tier holy lands almost always maintained their Legacies, rarely facing destruction.

However, ordinary Holy Lands were replaced quite frequently... "I didn't expect that boy Feng Jiuyang to already be breaking through to the Dao-Peeking Realm."

As the Xuantian Holy Master led the group from the Jiuyang Holy Land to the palace prepared for them, he praised, "He's only twenty-eight now, isn't he? To Breakthrough to the Dao-Peeking Realm before thirty, such natural talent is truly astonishing. He is indeed a Prodigy with the Jiuyang Holy Physique."

"You flatter us. Since Brother Jiang's Disciple could sweep through his peers in the Xuantian Holy Land to claim the position of Saint, he must be even better than that boy Jiuyang. He might even be able to compete with Di Xuancang."

"Brother Yang overestimates him. That boy hasn't even touched the threshold of the Dao-Peeking Realm yet, let alone being compared to Di Xuancang."

"..."

While the two were exchanging pleasantries, a blood-colored crack suddenly tore open in the western sky, and eighteen ancient bronze coffins came soaring through the air.

The leading coffin burst open, and a young man in black clothes stepped out.

With every step he took, spatial ripples in the shape of mandalas bloomed in the void.

"That old monster from the Netherworld Holy Land has come too."

Seeing the newcomer, the Jiuyang Holy Master frowned.

The Netherworld Holy Land and the Jiuyang Holy Land were located on two adjacent continents. Although they didn't have an irreconcilable blood feud, there were many frictions between them.

Naturally, he didn't look pleased.

"If a brute like you can come, why can't I?"

The Netherworld Holy Master glanced at the Jiuyang Holy Master, his gaze cold.

"Haha, for my Xuantian Holy Land's Saint Coronation Ceremony, we must naturally invite many fellow Daoists."

The Xuantian Holy Master, seeing the two were at odds, wasn't surprised at all. He skillfully separated them and sent them to their respective palaces.

Following this, one Holy Land-level force after another began to appear.

The Beidou Holy Land, the Ziwei Holy Land, the Yunxu Holy Land... These were mostly ordinary or immortal-grade holy lands. Not a single one of the ten supreme-tier holy lands had arrived yet.

The Xuantian Holy Master was not in a hurry regarding this.

After all, there was a rule in the cultivation world: no matter what level the grand event was, the supreme-tier holy lands were always the last to appear... Meanwhile.

The Disciples of the Chentian Pavilion had also arrived early at the observation platform of the Central Sky Island.

Jiang Yourong mingled among the Disciples, excitedly looking at the character panels one by one.

"As expected of Young Master. A single coronation ceremony is a top-tier event for the entire cultivation world. Almost all the Righteous Path forces in the cultivation world have come."

In the preceding hours, various Eternal Sects, Supreme Teachings, and super Imperial Dynasties had made their appearances one after another.

And she had thoroughly enjoyed looking at the character panels of all kinds of Geniuses.

The various strange Physiques and countless powerful Opportunities left her heart fluttering with excitement. She had already silently noted down many Opportunities that she could intercept.

The Holy Land-level forces that appeared after these other powers were even more of an eye-opener for her.

Among them, those with golden Fates were not few in number.

In almost every two or three Holy Land-level forces, a person with a golden Fate would appear.

While Jiang Yourong was marveling, the ten-thousand-foot sea of clouds at the horizon surged like boiling water, and a heaven-reaching divine sword tore through the void.

The brilliant sword light was so dazzling that many people couldn't open their eyes, yet not a single person dared to complain loudly.

Because everyone knew that this was the Holy Land ranked fourth among the ten Supreme-grade Holy Lands—the Taixu Holy Land!

The Taixu Holy Land was the only Holy Land where every member was a Sword Cultivator, and it was the supreme Holy Land in the hearts of all Sword Cultivators. Its strength was even above that of the Xuantian Holy Land.

"Clang—"

A clear sword chime echoed through heaven and earth.

A group of people stepped down from the heaven-reaching divine sword, each one incredibly sharp, possessing an aura capable of slashing through heaven and earth.

Jiang Yourong's beautiful eyes swept over them and found that among the dozens of people who had come, every single one possessed the purple Fate [Clear Sword Heart].

This was the first time she had seen the exact same Fate on different people, and dozens of them appeared at once.

"Are these people from the Taixu Holy Land? Everyone has the purple [Clear Sword Heart]. Can purple Fates be mass-produced?"

She was somewhat surprised.

Suddenly, she looked at a young girl in white among the dozens of people, and her beautiful eyes widened instantly.

"Two gold, two orange, one purple? This Fate is even better than Elder Luo's. Could she also be a Person of Destiny?

And her recent Opportunities actually involve Young Master as well..."

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