In the center of the square, there was a white altar.
The person receiving the power of the holy flame had to stand at the center of the spell altar and summon their projection of the Vermilion Bird Flame Wing. Only after receiving the Holy Vermilion Flame's approval would the power descend upon them.
In other words, even with the projection of the Vermilion Bird Flame Wing, if the Holy Vermilion Flame didn't match that person's element, it wouldn't be able to obtain its power. According to past data, the chances of the sect's top disciples obtaining the power of the Holy Flame from the altar was only about 70%. Even the most talented disciples would fail.
"First up, Yang Yuan, please step onto the spell altar!" Grand Elder Chen Xinran announced.
Yang Yuan glanced at An Lin before turning his gaze toward the holy flame in the sky. He calmly walked toward the white altar.
"Brother Yang Yuan will be able to progress to the Return to Void Stage after obtaining the power of the holy flame. I'm so envious …" Mo Hai sighed with emotion as he looked at the figure standing at the center of the spell altar.
An Lin didn't seem to mind. "Don't be discouraged," he consoled. "You'll have a chance to reach the Return to Void Stage after a hundred years. After all, you're the most outstanding disciple of this generation of the Vermilion Bird Sect."
"En, then I'll be counting on your auspicious words. An Lin, you're extremely talented. In another hundred years, you'll definitely reach the Return to Void Stage! "Mo Hai said with a smile.
An Lin sneered, "Haha, are you looking down on me, An Lin?"
Mo Hai, "???"
"I'll be able to advance to the Void Return Stage in ten years at most!" An Lin said solemnly.
Mo Hai: "…"
"Can't we have a good chat today?" Mo Hai's chest tightened.
Right at this moment, Yang Yuan released the projection of the Vermilion Bird Flame Wing from his robes, and it hovered in mid-air.
The feather projection was burning with golden flames. This was a phenomenon that only a high-grade Vermillion Bird Flame Wing could produce.
The Holy Vermilion Flame in the night sky seemed to have sensed something, and a mysterious ripple proliferated forth, drawing the golden flaming feather toward the Holy Vermilion Flame before merging as one with it.
The Holy Flame trembled slightly, following which a beam of white light descended. The light was imbued with the purest flame power, and it poured down upon Yang Yuan's body.
The crowd of disciples cheered upon seeing this.
This meant that Yang Yuan had already been acknowledged by the Holy Vermilion Flame and had been bestowed with its power.
They were cheering for the birth of one of the most powerful beings in their sect. After manifesting the Holy Vermilion Flame, Yang Yuan would be able to progress to the Return to Void Stage in a very short time!
The pillar of white light descending from the Holy Vermilion Flame made Yang Yuan feel as if a white veil had been draped over his body. Extremely powerful flame power was injected into his body, and it lasted for three minutes before slowly disappearing.
A hint of joy appeared on Yang Yuan's indifferent face as he gave a deep bow to the cheering disciples and elders before leaving the altar.
After Yang Yuan left, it was Lu Jiazhi's turn to walk toward the spell altar.
Lu Jiazhi released a scarlet flame feather. This was a mid-grade Vermillion Bird Flame Feather.
He had been searching for a high-grade Vermillion Bird Flame Feather in the Mystic Realm, but he had been trapped for a few days. In the end, he had only obtained a middle-grade Vermillion Bird Flame Feather, which was a little regretful.
This time, a white light descended from the Holy Vermilion Flame again, but only a faint layer of light enshrouded Yang Yuan's body, and the light only lasted for about a minute before disappearing.
Lu Jiazhi heaved a sigh of relief upon seeing this. Thank God he had received the approval of the Holy Vermilion Flame.
Manifesting a holy flame in his sea of vital energy was a good thing, so he wasn't going to complain about it.
"The third one, An Lin, please step onto the spell altar!" Great Elder Chen Xinran announced.
At this moment, all of the tens of thousands of people on the Holy Flame Plaza began to stir as they turned their eyes toward the man standing on the spell altar.
An Lin was already used to big events like this, so he didn't appear to be very nervous. Instead, he made his way toward the spell altar and looked up at the holy flame in the sky with curiosity in his eyes.
The holy flame was a pure white color, and it was extremely beautiful and pure under the starlight. The light of the white flame would never be extinguished, and it brought a sense of eternal warmth to all the disciples of the Vermilion Bird Sect. It was as if its presence could provide them with peace of mind and protect the Vermilion Bird Sect for eternity.
For some reason, An Lin had a feeling that he was very close to the holy flame.
He released the Vermilion Bird Flame Wing from his robes. This was a high-grade Vermilion Bird Flame Wing with golden flames dancing around it.
Ji Yongfang looked at the high-grade Vermilion Bird Flame Wing with indignation on his face. He had worked so hard to obtain a medium-grade Vermilion Bird Flame Wing, but An Lin, an outsider who had suddenly joined the Vermilion Bird Sect, had obtained a high-grade Vermilion Bird Flame Wing …
The Vermilion Bird Flame Wing hovered in the air, waiting to be summoned by the Holy Vermilion Flame.
However, a minute passed, and the Holy Vermilion Flame still showed no reaction, and the entire plaza fell silent.
The tens of thousands of disciples' expressions shifted. Some of them heaved sighs, some of them wore expressions of disappointment, some of them shook their heads, and some of them were indignant and wanted to defend An Lin.
They all knew that An Lin had failed.
An Lin hadn't received the approval of the Holy Vermilion Flame.
Xu Xiaolan pursed her lips and clenched her fists as she stared at the man standing on the spell altar.
An Lin's expression also faltered slightly. He knew that there was a high chance that he would be rejected by the Holy Vermilion Flame, but he was still quite surprised and regretful that it had actually happened to him.
Ji Yongfang faltered slightly upon seeing this before a joyful expression appeared on his face.
So what if An Lin had obtained a high-grade Vermilion Bird Flame Wing? If he couldn't receive the approval of the Holy Vermilion Flame, he was still trash!
Ji Yongfang recalled what he had said to An Lin, and a sense of satisfaction welled up in his heart as a sense of superiority welled up in his heart.
He suddenly heaved a forlorn sigh. "Sigh … Brother An Lin, don't just stand there like an idiot. I'm also very sad that I didn't receive the approval of the Holy Vermilion Flame! However, you won't be able to obtain what doesn't belong to you, so hurry up and come down! "
Ji Yongfang's voice was very loud, and he had used his vital energy so that all of the disciples present could hear him.
Everyone faltered slightly upon hearing this. Ji Yongfang's words weren't wrong, but it made An Lin feel even more awkward.
Mo Hai, Lu Jiazhi, Shangguan Yi, and Yang Yuan were naturally aware of Ji Yongfang's sinister intentions, and they all glared at Ji Yongfang with rage burning in their eyes.
"Brother Ji, please enlighten me next time we meet at the Flame Forging Arena," Mo Hai said with a dark expression.
"You've already crossed the line." Yang Yuan was also looking at Ji Yongfang.
"Trash." Shangguan Yi was even more direct.
Ji Yongfang spoke with an innocent expression, "What do you all mean by that? I'm just trying to persuade Brother An Lin to come down from the spell altar. I'm also very sad that he didn't receive the approval of the Holy Vermilion Flame!"
His words rang out across the entire plaza, and many of the disciples were repulsed, but none of them dared to retort.
An Lin was also looking at Ji Yongfang. He didn't think that Ji Yongfang would jump in at a time like this.
Ji Yongfang was just about to continue when he suddenly thought back to his childhood when his parents had parted ways. He thought back to the grief he had felt when he was unable to receive any response from Xu Xiaolan. He thought back to the emotional blow that An Lin and Xu Xiaolan had received when they returned from the Vermilion Bird Sect hand in hand. He thought back to the grief he felt when the autumn leaves fell to the ground …
Boundless grief welled up in Ji Yongfang's heart, and he suddenly burst into loud sobs.
Ji Yongfang had already attracted the attention of tens of thousands of disciples, and all of them stared at him with shock and incredulity on their faces as tears flowed down his face.
"Mommy … Waah … I'm so sad … Waah …"
The entire plaza fell deathly silent as everyone stared blankly at Ji Yongfang.
Mo Hai, Lu Jiazhi, Yang Yuan, and Shangguan Yi were also a little confused.
Ji Yongfang was crying so hard and so sorrowful …
Could it be that Ji Yongfang was really sad that An Lin didn't receive the approval of the Holy Vermilion Flame?
Had they misunderstood Ji Yongfang …
Thus, Ji Yongfang sobbed his heart out in front of tens of thousands of people.
"Hahaha, Elder Ji, your son sure is an interesting one." Elder Zhu laughed heartily.
Elder Ji, whose sideburns had turned slightly white, wore a dark expression and didn't say anything. What a huge embarrassment.
Crying his heart out in front of tens of thousands of disciples was something that the other disciples and elders would laugh at for a hundred years …
He didn't know why Ji Yongfang was acting like this either. He couldn't sense any interference from any other powers. Could it be that his son really was that close to An Lin?
An Lin clasped his hands behind his back and sighed. "Brother Ji, you don't have to be so sad. I haven't even cried yet, so why are you crying?"
His words traveled into the ears of all the disciples, and all of them couldn't help but burst into laughter. What would it look like to have tens of thousands of disciples laughing at once? It was an earth-shattering sight!
Ji Yongfang was overcome with grief upon hearing this earth-shattering laughter. His reputation had been completely ruined, and he couldn't help but cry even harder …
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