Golden Roc Temple was undoubtedly the oldest and most powerful Orthodoxy and force in West Land!
Compared to it, Changsheng Sect was like a weak young man facing an iron tower. They were no match at all.
Golden Roc Temple's Tathagata had always attached great importance to the Unchained Festival. Previously, even Ming Ruyi dared not to attend.
If he did not attend, he would be disrespecting Golden Roc Temple. Now that Jiang Tian's foundation was unstable, how could he bear the power of Golden Roc Temple?
"Unchained Festival?" Jiang Tian was astonished.
"It's also called the Unchained Festival. It's a festival for all the Buddhist sects in West Land led by Golden Roc Temple. It's held once every five years in Golden Roc Temple!"
Mou Hongdie explained to Jiang Tian, and Jiang Tian understood.
It was a charity festival held once every five years by Golden Roc Temple of Thunder Sound Mountain. Unchained Festival meant that the nobles and the commoners of Taoism would all be unchained.
During the festival, Golden Roc Temple would donate all its treasures to various Cultivation sects. Eminent monks would wear Taoist robes and sit in small carriages. Tathagata would personally promote the Nirvana Sutra to everyone. The abbot would set up a Taoist temple for millions of people!
But the Unchained Festival was not only about charity, but also about punishing evildoers, suppressing tyrants, and practicing the concept of equality.
West Land was a firm believer in Buddhism.
In the top Orthodoxies of the four realms, whether it was Tingyu Tower, Sect of Flame, or Hehuan Sect, any new Sect Master would be conferred a title by Tathagata. Generally speaking, every Sect Master was Tathagata's disciple.
Those medium-sized Orthodoxies also needed Golden Roc Temple's permission to change their Sect Masters. Usually, one or two eminent monks would show up as representatives.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have the right to do so!
Even in the doctrine of Changsheng Sect, many of the ideas of reincarnation and afterlife had the shadow of Buddhism!
Although Mou Hongdie had matured a lot during her time with Jiang Tian, she was still afraid of Golden Roc Temple. In her words, she also hoped that Jiang Tian would attend the Unchained Festival first before holding the Sect Master Ascension Ceremony.
Jiang Tian laughed and said, "I don't believe it.
I won't go. Nothing is more important than meeting Tathagata and conferred a title than going home to see my wife! "
The Supreme Elder had a white beard and an ugly expression on his face. He was extremely worried, but he did not dare to say anything else.
When Jiang Tian left the Changshen Sect and arrived at Maolin City,
"The Sectmaster's Ascension Ceremony is a grand ceremony for the entire Changshen Sect, the four kingdoms in the north, and thousands of cities to celebrate the new Sectmaster's victory and ascension. When the Taichu Sect Master ascended to the top, he invited heroes from all over to announce to the world the might of the new sect master! "
City Lord Mou Bohu greeted him from afar, his face beaming with joy.
"Greetings, True Immortal Grand Primordium!"
"The Taichu Sect Master has blessed all living beings! He is the savior of the Yan Huang Ancient Tribe! "
Throughout the city, hundreds of thousands of Yan Huang Tribe members prostrated themselves in worship with tears in their eyes. They were very devout, and their prayers soared into the sky as though they were seeing a god.
"The Yan Huang Tribe has produced a dragon!"
"Our Yan Huang Tribe can finally stand up!"
Beside Mou Bohu, there were a few elders from the Yan Huang Tribe who had accompanied him to welcome him. All of them were trembling with emotion, tears streaming down their cheeks.
In Maolin City, in front of the city hall square, there was a tall bronze statue.
This bronze statue was 100 zhang tall, and could be seen from all over the city. It was dressed in a daoist robe, and held a sword in one hand and a scroll in the other. It was dashing, and its gaze was authoritative.
"The heart of the zither, the courage of the sword, and the heroic spirit of the heart of a woman!"
On the pedestal, there was a couplet.
"Master, this is your bronze statue! So handsome. Aiyo, is the one next to it mine? But a little fierce! "
Tang Linglong covered her mouth and exclaimed, her little face red with excitement.
After all, she was still young, and did not have much experience. It was her first time being molded into a bronze statue.
It was indeed Tang Linglong's bronze statue.
Long robes billowed, and it was dozens of meters tall. 24 flaming flying swords stabbed into three opponents. They should be Lauder, the Beast Python, and Feng Ao, but they were all very ugly.
Other than that, there were bronze statues of Lady Wu with dual blades, Ye Keren with a sword, and Li Wuji, who was a size smaller than Tang Linglong.
But Li Wuji held a horsetail whisk and did not fight or kill. He did not have any heroic spirit, and looked like a bystander.
Li Wuji's face was filled with embarrassment.
Maolin City had now become the gathering place of the entire Yan Huang Tribe.
It turned out that they were trampled on like pigs and dogs, hunted down, and almost exterminated. They did not even have the right to be food, and were the even more lowly "Huang Gu."
And now, at least in Maolin City, in the various cities of the northern border countries, no one dared to look down on them, and they even had to treat them with respect.
300,000 Yan Huang Tribe members had spontaneously built bronze statues of the master and disciple, without sleep or rest for dozens of days and nights. This was to thank them for their kindness, and to commemorate their heroic deeds!
"Sigh, the leader of a great sect. He has such strength. No wonder he looked down on my aunt! "
In the crowd, Fan Xiuzhu looked at Jiang Tian with admiration.
Although Jiang Tian was only at the Foundation Establishment Realm, he had the battle strength of a Jindan Great Circle cultivator. He had made a name for himself at the Blood Bathing Ceremony, killed Ming Ruyi, and became the leader of the Longevity Sect.
Not to mention the Longevity Sect, which was one of the top orthodoxies, even the Beast Controlling Sect and Sword Palace, which were second or third-tier orthodoxies, were important.
Now, not just Maolin City, but the entire northern border was celebrating Jiang Tian. Jiang Tian did not need to do anything. He just needed to sit there and be worshipped, and everyone would treat him as the supreme being!
"Who would have thought that he would become the leader of the Longevity Sect!"
Mou Bilian, Luo Qi, and the other young ladies of Maolin City were very excited. They had become the backbone of this ceremony, and were busy.
Although they could not make friends with Jiang Tian now, as long as they could serve Jiang Tian, it would be their honor.
The ceremony began quickly.
More and more people arrived. This time, it was much grander than Fairy Luo Mei's ceremony.
Maolin City was crowded with millions of Overlords. In the sky, flying Dharma artifacts such as cloud towers and flying ships covered the sun. Countless rays of light crossed the sky like rainbows.
There were more than a dozen main streets that were more than twenty miles long from the plaza to all directions. There were banquets, delicious wine, and wine.
On this day, Foundation Establishment Cultivators, who were rarely seen on normal days, were simply innumerable. It could be said that the number of powerhouses was like the rain, and the number of crowns was as high as the clouds. There were even quite a few Golden Core powerhouses present.
"Prince Mu Yang of Tianlang congratulates the Taichu Sect Leader on behalf of our parents!"
"Emperor Xuanbing of Extreme Ice Country and Prince Jihan congratulate the Taichu Sect Leader on his cultivation and longevity!"
"City Lord of Windblade City of Yunlan congratulates the Taichu Sect Leader on his success and becoming an imperishable orthodoxy!"
"Prince Mo Yang and Princess Yujiao congratulate the Taichu Sect Leader!"
"Sect Leader of the Beast Control Sect requests an audience with the Taichu Sect Leader!"
It was not just the city lords and sect leaders of the Yunlan Country who had come. Almost all of the major cities, sects, and even royalty from the four major countries of the Northern Region had come to congratulate him.
"So many people!"
Luo Qi was shocked and murmured,
"Even Prince Jihan is here. He's my idol, and he was so polite to me when I received him! He even smiled at me! "
"Hmph, the Taichu Sect Leader is at the peak of the Jindan Realm. He's on par with the giants of the world! And he's not even 30 years old. In the future, he'll dominate the Northern Region for hundreds of years. He might even surpass the sect leaders of the other four major orthodoxies! "
Mou Bilian said proudly.
"The Taichu Sect Leader rose from Maolin City, and Maolin City has become an important gathering place for the Yan Huang Tribe. Prince Jihan should have heard that you and I know the Taichu Sect Leader. How would he dare to slight us?"
But deep down, he was still a little disappointed.
His sister, for example, was now the personal disciple of the Taichu Sect Leader. Her status was even more terrifying. Even Princess Yu Jiao had to bow to her respectfully when she saw her.
This time, the experts had gathered, and it was an eye-opener for everyone.
Especially the Yunlan Country, the Beast Control Sect, and Prince Jihan. They had been enemies with Jiang Tian, but now they were trembling in fear, their faces ashen. They were afraid that Jiang Tian would wipe them out, and so they went to Mou Bohu to express their loyalty again and again.
When the majestic horn sounded, the drums were beaten three times.
Amidst the silence and solemnity, Jiang Tiancai flew to the high platform built above the square, accepting everyone's kowtows and congratulations.
At this time, Jiang Tian had black hair and black eyes. He was dressed in white robes, and his handsome features made him look like a god.
Next to him were two pretty girls. They were Tang Linglong and Jiang Tian's new disciple, Mou Hongdie.
"He's only thirty years old, but he's already a Golden Core Cultivator and wants to become the Sect Master of the Changshen Sect. He's so talented. A few hundred years later, he might enter the Soul Formation Level and become a Grand Cultivator, surpassing this world!"
Emperor Xuanbing of the Extreme Ice Country was shocked and his face was full of admiration.
He used to think that his son, Prince Jihan, was a peerless genius, but compared to Jiang Tian, he felt that he wasn't even worthy of carrying Jiang Tian's shoes.
"Not even a Nascent Soul Heavenly Lord, let alone a Soul Formation Grand Cultivator!"
Prince Mu Yang of Tianlang shook his head and heaved a sigh.
"There hasn't been a Nascent Soul Cultivator in West Earth for ten thousand years! It is said that the Lotus Heart Tathagata three thousand years ago, with his unparalleled talent and boundless dharma, he condensed a sixth-grade Golden Core Sarira and successfully formed his Nascent Soul. However … in the end, at the ripe old age of nine hundred, he passed away in meditation! "
Everyone nodded with a complicated look in their eyes.
A Golden Core Cultivator could live for a thousand years under ideal conditions.
But a Nascent Soul Cultivator was different.
They could live as long as the sky and could control the world. That was why they were called Heavenly Lords!
Many Golden Core Perfected Immortals who died of old age speculated that West Earth was limited by the thin Spirit Qi. It was impossible to reach the Nascent Soul Level!
And yet, Jiang Tian had a chance to become a Nascent Soul Cultivator!
However, in the crowd —
Looking at Jiang Tian, who was sitting on the stage and being worshipped by thousands of people.
Even though Prince Mo Yang looked respectful, there was a glint of coldness and disdain in his eyes.
"Kang Tae-chu, Kang Tae-chu, the Bodhisattva is about to attack you. How long can you be proud of yourself?"
"In front of the Buddha, in front of the army of a million cultivators, you, Jiang Taichu, are just an ant-like existence, a clown. Just wait for your death!"
He sneered in his mind, as if Jiang Tian was already a dead man.
"Prince Mu Yang of Tianlang is quite good at acting!"
They had come to congratulate Jiang Tian in person to make him let down his guard.
In fact, Tianlang had already surrendered without a fight. Just like the Yunlan State, they had gathered an army of a hundred thousand cultivators and were marching toward Maolin City.
On the other hand, Prince Mo Yang had also brought the Bodhisattva's Senior Brother and three Golden Core Cultivators from the House of Extraordinary Warriors as spies.
They were only waiting for the battle to break out so that they could capture Tang Linglong, Mou Hongdie, and the other people around Jiang Tian as hostages.
By then, Jiang Tian would have no choice but to admit defeat and become a prisoner.
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