Chapter 807

Mo Yun took Luo Tianxin and headed straight for Dongzhou, and the five days also passed quickly.

That day, Dao Yi Shengdi was bustling with voices; nearly all Sect Masters of Zhongzhou's sects, emperors of dynasties, and leaders of alliances had gathered.

Today is the day Dao Yi Shengdi advances to become a Holy Land.

Actually, the procedure isn't complicated either; it's mainly what Yu Mo and the others want—what's the point of making it so troublesome?

As for food and drink, they weren't prepared at all.

Joking aside, with so many people, Ye Zhangqing doesn't have that kind of energy.

Moreover, the people of Dao Yi Shengdi themselves don't have enough to eat—how could they spare anything for you?

So, the whole procedure can be said to be simplified to the extreme.

Aside from Qi Xiong going on stage, and Yunluo Shèngzhǔ and Yaochi Shèngzhǔ also saying a few words, there's really nothing else worth mentioning.

Yunluo Shèngzhǔ and Yaochi Shèngzhǔ naturally did so to support Dao Yi Shengdi.

Furthermore, this time both Yunluo Holy Land and Yaochi Holy Land each sent a Great Emperor old ancestor, showing how much they value Dao Yi Shengdi.

The two Holy Lands' support for Dao Yi Shengdi can be described as leaving no stone unturned.

This is normal; after Qingtian Holy Land's defection, the only one capable of replacing it and quickly stabilizing the situation is Dao Yi Shengdi—no other sect has that qualification.

So, Yunluo Holy Land and Yaochi Holy Land naturally will spare no effort to propel Dao Yi Shengdi to the top.

However, during this process, a small number of cultivators discovered a problem.

Being Holy Land Sect Masters together, Qi Xiong, Yunluo Shèngzhǔ, and Yaochi Shèngzhǔ standing side by side indeed give the feeling of being a head shorter.

The reason is still their cultivation level.

"Yunluo Shèngzhǔ and Yaochi Shèngzhǔ are Great Emperor cultivators, while Dao Yi Shèngzhǔ is only a Great Saint—this seems never to have happened before in history."

In everyone's perception, Holy Land Sect Masters have always been Emperor realm powerhouses, and there has never been a Great Saint cultivation level.

Dao Yi Shengdi has three Emperor realm old ancestors, which is not inferior to Yunluo Holy Land and Yaochi Holy Land.

As for the disciples and elders below, it's not noticeable for now, though the gap isn't big, or perhaps no one bothers to look into it.

Yet the most obvious difference actually lies with Qi Xiong.

As a Holy Land Sect Master, he, together with Yunluo Shèngzhǔ and Yaochi Shèngzhǔ, seems utterly unable to stand on equal footing, giving some people reason to whisper sarcastically.

Moreover, the Shèngzhǔ position is extremely crucial; it can be said to be the face of the Holy Land.

A Holy Land naturally cannot have only one Great Emperor, but those Great Emperor old ancestors usually do not show up.

Therefore, outwardly, in most cases, the Holy Land Shèngzhǔ appears to be the sole Great Emperor powerhouse.

And now, if Yu Mo and the three others don't show up, Dao Yi Shengdi will have no Great Emperor powerhouse to hold the fort.

This has become Dao Yi Shengdi's most embarrassing situation at present.

After the simple procedure, Dao Yi Shengdi officially becomes a new Holy Land of the Human Race, forming together with Yaochi Holy Land and Yunluo Holy Land the new Three Holy Lands of the Human Race.

Even if there may be various different opinions during this process, no matter what, this day has safely passed.

After settling everyone to rest, Qi Xiong returned to the hall and looked at Yu Mo with a helpless expression.

"Uncle Master, you see, I've long said that the Shèngzhǔ should be you—it's fitting; my cultivation level is just losing face for the Holy Land."

"Nonsense, if I become the Shèngzhǔ, who will be the old ancestor?"

"Aren't there still Wang Man Uncle Master and Yuan Cang Uncle Master?"

"You mean that Holy Land only has two Great Emperor old ancestors?"

"This... there's no rule saying you can't have only two old ancestors."

Today's embarrassment, Qi Xiong had anticipated it; he had originally planned to ask Yu Mo to take the position, but he flatly refused.

Joking aside, how many affairs does a Shèngzhǔ have in a day? As an old ancestor, he just eats and drinks; only a sick person would take on this Shèngzhǔ role.

Looking at Qi Xiong's utterly dispirited appearance, Yu Mo patted his shoulder and comforted him.

"This is something that must be endured; since we're not yet in the Emperor realm, let's work hard at Xiūliàn and strive to break through soon."

"Uncle Master, do you think the Emperor realm is something you can just break through by saying so?"

"Then just eat a few more bowls of rice daily."

Having said that, Yu Mo walked away with his hands behind his back, leaving only Qi Xiong standing there dazed.

Eat two more bowls of rice—do you hear what nonsense this is?

But upon second thought, it actually does make sense.

Every breakthrough of Uncle Master and the others is thanks to Ye Zhangqing's meals.

Decided, starting tomorrow, each meal will have an extra bowl—no, two bowls of rice, striving to break through the Emperor realm soon.

If the idea of breaking through the Emperor realm by eating more rice were heard by outsiders, they'd probably think it disappears—is this just a delusional dream?

But that's how Dao Yi Sect is—up and down, they cultivate diligently day to day, and with Ye Zhangqing's meals, it's like adding wings to a tiger.

So you won't think Dao Yi Sect is how it catches up to those Holy Land disciples.

You should know that back when they were in Dongzhou, the cultivation resources and environment of Dao Yi Sect's disciples were far inferior to those of Holy Land disciples, especially the cultivation environment.

If it weren't for Ye Zhangqing's meal keeping them going, not to mention defeating Qingtian Holy Land, just being able to stand against them would already be not bad.

Regarding breaking through the Emperor realm, Qi Xiong feels a pressing urgency—he can't let the sect lose face.

On the other side, Yu Mo left the hall, strolling leisurely on Zhu Feng, walking and whistling carelessly.

But just as he arrived on a small path, preparing to go to the mountain peak Yun Cliff to take a look, he saw from afar a figure in a red long dress.

At first he couldn't see clearly, just feeling puzzled.

"Strange, who would come to this place where birds don't even poop?"

This small path only leads to Yun Cliff; usually hardly anyone comes, let alone outsiders.

But as the distance closed, the leisurely look on Yu Mo's face gradually faded, and his eyes widened in disbelief.

"Holy shit, this crazy woman..."

Without another word, he turned around and wanted to leave, but Mu Feiyu was clearly a step faster and had already called out.

"You really don't want to see me?"

Upon hearing, Yu Mo ignored it and sped up, but how could Mu Feiyu let him go so easily? He flashed to block Yu Mo's path.

"How long do you intend to avoid me?"

His eye sockets were moist, yet his expression was somewhat cold, with a hint of resentment.

"Wasn't it you who said we would never meet again in this life?"

Hearing that, Yu Mo gave a bitter laugh; back when he had helped Mu Feiyu ascend the throne and flee the Heavenly Feather Imperial Dynasty, this woman had already said they would never meet again in this life.

Just hearing those words, Mu Feiyu laughed in anger—did he really mean that?

His eyes fixed on Yu Mo; after all these years, Yu Mo had changed greatly, grown old, but in Mu Feiyu's eyes he remained just as perfect.

After a long silence, Mu Feiyu spoke bitterly.

"You still blame me for my choice back then? After all these years, I've gone through..............."