Chapter 339

As the two spoke, they had already entered the hall.

The Divine Hall was not as dark as imagined; it was just particularly light-absorbing, and the light was hazy.

Following the hazy daylight, he saw that the hall was extremely tall and spacious. The eight red-lacquered cloud pillars were covered with various talismans and patterns. On the walls on both sides were strange reliefs: fairies descending to earth, immortals feasting, ascending to heaven in broad daylight, and so on.

The end was filled with dense human-shaped carvings and spirit tablets.

In the middle of the human-shaped carvings and spirit tablets was a high platform reaching the ceiling, with hundreds of steps, each step having its own momentum.

The sacrificial disciples in front stood in two rows, and the offerings were already neatly arranged.

As Heng Xian and the hundred Earth Ranking disciples approached, the observing Elders from various peaks behind them also followed in.

Walking forward dozens of steps, they were very close to those human-shaped carvings, and they saw that each one was lifelike.

The bearded Elder introduced to Heng Xian and the others in a low voice: "These are all the past Sect Leaders of our Tianyuan Sect, or those with great merit and great cultivation!"

Bai Lianhua asked a very stupid question: "Are they still here now?"

The bearded Elder was stunned for a moment, then replied embarrassedly in a low voice: "You guess!"

Bai Lianhua also realized: "This disciple was abrupt!"

Actually, what she wanted to ask was whether any of these ancestors had attained the Dao and ascended, after all, cultivation had becoming an immortal and asking about the Dao as its ultimate goal.

Huo Yuanqing hesitated and asked: "Among us in the Tianyuan Sect now, who will be qualified to enter in the future?"

This question was also very stupid, but Huo Yuanqing was a very competitive person at heart. His reputation was not prominent now, so striving to enter in the future was also a good choice.

The bearded Elder was even more embarrassed: "That... it's possible for anyone, I can't name names specifically!"

He thought for a moment and added: "Of course! Anyone who breaks through to the Integration Period can enter!"

Integration Period...

Including Heng Xian, everyone was a bit entranced. What kind of strange immortal realm was this? It was a question whether even one existed in the entire Dongyu cultivation world.

They had already reached the bottom of the altar. The bearded Elder immediately said sternly: "Ascend the sacrificial altar!"

"Ascend the sacrificial altar!"

A group of sacrificial disciples shouted loudly.

The observing Elders from various peaks behind immediately lined up in two rows.

Heng Xian and the hundred Earth Ranking sacrificial disciples, except for Heng Xian who walked uniquely in the first place, the others also lined up in two rows.

Heng Xian glanced at the high altar. According to the "Great Infinity True Essence Dao etiquette," he lifted his foot and walked up. As soon as he stepped on the first step, he felt an indescribable suppression and dullness.

He sighed and walked up step by step.

The process was quite boring. While performing the rituals, he quietly looked around. Except for the dense and creepy ancestor statues and spirit tablets around the altar, there was nothing good to see.

Just as he was about to withdraw his gaze, he suddenly saw a small dark door on the left, blocked by five huge and ferocious divine beast statues.

That seemed to be the way to the other mysterious hall, and he didn't know what kind of ghost place that hall was.

At this time, they had reached the end of the altar.

The top of the hall above was actually dug out entirely and replaced with a glass-like cloud top, and the light was very bright.

Directly in front of the altar was a huge and heavy stone tablet with only two words on it: Tianyuan!

Next to the stone tablet was a sign jar filled with mysterious patterns.

Heng Xian took a deep breath, led the people, walked step by step to the bottom of the "Tianyuan Stele," and knelt down.

Everyone behind followed and knelt down.

"Bring up the offerings!" Heng Xian shouted loudly.

Below, the heavy sound of spirit ox horns immediately rang out, and the offerings were brought up.

Heng Xian picked up the "tablet," and according to the content on it, he exhaled and read clearly: "Heaven and Earth, Xuan and Huang..."

The Earth Ranking disciples behind and the Elders of various peaks below listened silently.

When Heng Xian finally finished reading,

"Swish, swish, swish..."

Countless eyes looked at him.

Because the next step was to attack the Tianyuan Stele with the strongest magic power!

This part of the annual ritual was the most exciting and thrilling!

Because, which ancestor's spirit would be awakened was an unknown.

Just think, what if you awakened some ancestor from three thousand years ago, and they were in a good mood and passed down some cultivation techniques or Dao scriptures? Wouldn't everyone present go crazy?

And the key was, this year it was Heng Xian's turn to act.

Regarding this youngest Sword Venerable in the Dongyu region for thousands of years, who had been in the limelight recently and had just shone brightly at the Ten Thousand Swords Dragon Pool, everyone was very curious about what his strongest means were.

Especially Bai Lianhua, Huo Yuanqing, and the group behind who knew a little about Heng Xian, and Zhao Wuming, Zhang Yu'er, and the group who didn't know much about Heng Xian, all wanted to see.

And Heng Xian himself was also caught in a dilemma for a moment.

He himself didn't understand what his strongest means were.

The Sword Saint True Body's innate divine abilities were not bad, and the "Evil," "Good," and "Punishment" swords in the "Nine Swords of Heaven Devouring" were also very perverted.

In addition, his natal magic treasure could already be used. If nothing went wrong, the 180,000-jin force plus his own cultivation blessing would definitely be fierce and domineering!

Even the small drum magic treasure and the body duplication technique were not bad!

At this time, the bearded Elder below thought Heng Xian was nervous and at a loss, so he was a bit anxious and whispered: "Heng Xian?"

Heng Xian reacted, took a deep breath, and finally decided to use his innate divine ability "Sword Saint Storm." After all, this thing came with his own body and was the most suitable.

Thinking of this, he stood up and operated his cultivation technique.

A majestic and incomparably thick momentum surged out.

Bai Lianhua, Lin Shuyu, and others behind immediately retreated dozens of steps, their eyes burning.

Everyone stared closely.

Just at this moment, a huge, righteous, and sharp ancient sword phantom appeared behind Heng Xian.

The hilt was embedded in the ceiling of the Divine Hall, "squeezing" into the sky above the hall, while the tip of the sword was inserted into the floor below.

An inviolable sword momentum that despised everything swept across the four directions.

This terrifying scene and aura immediately startled everyone present.

"Is this Heng Xian's Ancient Sword Body?"

"What kind of immortal sword body is this?"

"It's not our first time seeing an Ancient Sword Body, but this is the first time seeing this kind. This... is this really a sword body?"

"No wonder this child's talent is so high!"

"The key is, what technique is he going to perform? Does it even require the Holy Body to manifest?"

The Elders of various peaks below could no longer care about being in the Divine Hall and whispered to each other.

Zhao Wuming, Zhang Yu'er, Luo Sihai, and other Earth Ranking disciples were seeing it for the first time and couldn't help but be terrified and at a loss.

Just at this moment, sword shadows suddenly appeared densely in the surrounding air and all over the walls of the entire hall.

One, five, ten, a hundred...

It soon reached the number of four thousand.

Each one had the momentum of a Primordial Dan, a vast expanse, terrifying and peerless.

"This is..."

No matter how high their cultivation was, the people present couldn't help but gasp as they looked up and around.

Those with low cultivation even subconsciously dodged, fearing the sword shadows would poke them.

Zhao Wuming and the others huddled together, their faces pale and their scalps tingling.

"It's this move!!"

Bai Lianhua and the others felt their minds tremble. They had experienced this move in the Sword Sea Ruins, but seeing it again, they still couldn't break it or block it!

Fortunately, Heng Xian was not targeting them, but stretched out a finger and waved it lightly, pointing at the "Tianyuan Stele."

"Swish, swish, swish..."

The dense sword shadows crazily attacked the stone tablet.

Every attack was earth-shaking, and the sound of swords roared.

However, the "Tianyuan Stele" easily blocked it. No! It absorbed it, sucking all the sword shadows into it.

One sword, two swords, five swords...

When all four thousand sword shadows were sucked in.

The Elders of various peaks below were instantly nervous to the point of suffocation, staring dead at the surroundings.

Just at this moment, a hollow, bell-like voice rang out: "Damn it, who is summoning me? Are you looking for death?"

(End of chapter)