The strong wind was howling incessantly. Though the ancient cypress trees in Yimaozhai were protected by the formations, there was no need to worry about them falling down; but the willow branches outside the window in the distance had all been uprooted, and many of them had been broken, looking like the water weeds in the torrent.
Sitting by the window, Xiao He watched the scene. Her mind was as turbulent as the lake water, but she didn't dare show it. She bit her lip so hard that the blood could be vaguely seen on her lips.
The ruby earring swayed gently under her earlobe, as if it was made of blood. It was extremely beautiful, yet a little strange.
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The wind and waves in the deep sea were even more dangerous. They would appear and fall down from time to time like a huge blue wall, killing a great many shoals of fish.
The booming sounds in the Huge Whirlpool were even more deafening, sounding like the rumbling thunder; but they couldn't drown out the screams of the Dark Phoenix in the high sky.
Summoned by the screams of the Dark Phoenix and the Feather Amulet, more and more demons swam over from all over the ocean, forming countless white lines on the surface of the ocean.
The first few demons to arrive had already died by the edge of the whirlpool, exuding a strong smell of blood, which couldn't even be diluted by the seawater pouring down to the bottom of the ocean.
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This was the deep part of the ocean. Even though the news of the huge waves were here, it would take a long time before it reached Chaotian.
The wind and waves were calm by the East Ocean. The wild grass was ruffled by the early spring wind, and the yellow amulet paper slips on the cliff walls quivered slightly, not even making a rustling sound.
The Chief Monk of the Instruction Hall of the Guocheng Temple and the nun of Shui Yue Nunnery sat in the deep grass, their energies exceedingly tranquil, as if they had become one with heaven and earth.
Besides the figures in the Heavenly Arrival State like Master Shui Yue Nunnery, the other Cultivation practitioners couldn't detect them even if they came to the Heavenly Well.
It was because their energies were identical to the amulet wills in this place. The yellow amulet paper slips were growing fainter along with the recitation. More terrifyingly, the scripts engraved deeply on the cliff walls were growing fainter as well.
It seemed that a shapeless and soundless Chaotic Wind was eroding the cliff walls, wiping out all the traces at a much faster pace than the passage of time.
In the depths of the quiet East Sea, the Great Grandmaster of the Mysterious Dark Sect sat quietly in the water with his eyes closed. His sparse hair fluttered in the undercurrent, like a school of fish pecking at the seaweed.
An extremely gloomy aura emanated from his body, but it didn't go far. It gradually condensed into black smoke and dyed the seawater into an ink-like substance. It looked extremely terrifying.
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Zen Master is not in Guocheng Temple but in the snowland. Master Shui Yue Nunnery has gone to Aoyama in a small green curtain sedan.
The Sect Leader Ceremony was officially held, and the representatives of all the sects in the world went there.
The Guocheng Temple and the Windblade Cult had also sent their representatives. The Mirror Sect and the Platanus Sect, which were close to the Aoyama, had naturally arrived early as well. The Baotong Zen Temple and some other sects that didn't meddle in worldly affairs had also come. Even the Kunlun Sect had come. Small sects like the Sandu Sect and the Cool Breeze Gang had also come without invitations.
The high platform in front of the Stone Forest on Tianguang Peak was filled with guests. Only important figures like Master Shui Yue Nunnery and the Emperor of Aozawa were qualified to have a seat on the peak. Of course, people like Que Niang and Sensei would receive special treatment.
However, the best seat on the peak was not reserved for the small green curtain sedan.
The Divine Emperor, Jing Yao, was sitting in the chair. The two Ministers, Ming and Jin, as well as Duke Lu and other important figures of the imperial court were sitting quietly beside him.
This was the grandest gathering in the Cultivation world. Neither the Dao Competition at Zhongzhou School nor the Grand Ceremony of Aoyama, which had ended without any success, could compare with this gathering.
The heaven and earth hadn't arrived yet, and the Grand Ceremony hadn't started yet. Many people would look up at the sky from time to time; it was unclear if they were expecting something or being cautious about something.
The clouds in the high sky suddenly became a bit disorderly, giving off a great many flying catkins. Then the catkins parted, revealing the figure of a huge cloud boat.
They had arrived at Zhongzhou School.
Seeing this scene, some people were relieved, while others became even more nervous, especially when they sensed the two extremely powerful auras.
The Immortals Tan and Bai came to visit at the same time; what were they going to do?
As the crowd was wondering what was going on, an exceedingly formidable energy suddenly came out from the peaks of Aoyama, moving slowly from the north to the south, as if it would cut the sky open.
The cloud boat of Zhongzhou School retreated as quickly as it could, and didn't stop until it was one hundred miles away.
The sky was not cut open; it was merely a passageway opened by the Sword Formation of Aoyama.
The Immortal Tan walked down from the sky and landed on the top of Tianguang Peak, cupping his hands in greeting to Guangyuan Zhenren and Nan Wang.
Guangyuan Zhenren returned the greeting earnestly, but Nan Wang didn't pay any attention to him.
In the next moment, a patch of cloud and fog appeared on the top of Tianguang Peak. The figure of a woman could be vaguely seen in the fog, though her face couldn't be seen clearly.
All the Cultivation swordsmen in the world had arrived, save for the Broadsword King Cao Yuan and Zen Master in the snowland.
If these swordsmen of the Cultivation circle suddenly launched an attack, it would be an unimaginable force.
Yet, the Aoyama Sect was not afraid of it; otherwise, they wouldn't have let the Immortals Tan and Bai in.
Back in Zhaoge City, many people had witnessed the scene of tens of thousands of swords striking down at the same time.
Even the fairy ladies were killed by the Sword Formation of Aoyama; who would dare act recklessly in Aoyama?
Nobody had thought that the swordsmen of various sects had come to Aoyama, which meant that Chaotian was quite weak at the moment.
The word "weak" was usually used in defense; but where were the enemies of Chaotian?
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Looking at the patch of cloud and fog, Nan Wang sneered. Though he intended to mock her, he didn't know what to say.
She was the true immortal of the southern barbaric tribes, but she was not good at talking.
It was then that a voice of moderate volume burst out on the peak top.
"I've been curious about something."
Zhuo Rusui looked at Guo Nanshan and continued with an innocent expression, "Didn't the Immortal Tan see what she looked like when he married her?"
Guo Nanshan glanced at him innocently, wondering why Zhuo Rusui had to tell him every time.
Hearing what Zhuo Rusui said, some disciples of Aoyama felt uneasy, wondering if Zhuo Rusui intended to start a fight on the spot.
Yet, the important figures in the Cultivation circle like the Headmaster of Ōzawa felt relieved. It was because Bai Zhenren didn't slap Zhuo Rusui to death, which indicated the attitude of the Zhongzhou School that day.
The Zhongzhou School intended to take advantage of the Grand Ceremony of the Sect Master to express their goodwill to Aoyama; to put it more precisely, they came here to ask for peace.
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The elegant ceremonial music rang out, and the ocean of clouds moved slightly, displaying a solemn energy.
Guangyuan Zhenren waved his sleeve, and the Sword of the Returning Sun broke through the sky, shining brightly on the top of Tianguang Peak under the sunlight.
Nan Wang snapped his fingers, and countless sword strings came out, forming the Zither Sword under the sunlight, hovering in Silence.
Then, the elders and disciples of the peaks of Aoyama all summoned their flying swords.
For a moment, thousands of flying swords appeared in the blue sky, with different shapes and different sword wills. But when they were gathered together, it was extremely awe-inspiring.
Seeing such a scene, the Cultivation practitioners of various sects were shocked speechless.
Even if Fang Jingtian was disabled, the Aoyama Sect still had three figures in the Heavenly Arrival Realm and three Guardians, and more terrifyingly, more than 70 swordsmen in the Broken Sea Realm, including several at the peak of the Broken Sea Realm!
What kind of lineup would they have in a hundred years?
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Footsteps came from behind the cliff wall.
Countless people looked in that direction.
His white robe was fluttering.
Jing Jiu walked out.
Zhao Layue stood behind his right hand, not holding the cat.
Behind him was Gu Qing, holding a sword.
Yuan Qu was holding the golden book needed for the Grand Ceremony of the Sect Master.
Zhuo Rusui swaggered over while holding himself in his arms.
Apiao didn't show up, probably because it wasn't convenient.
Ping Yong-Ka was still sleeping on the Sword Peak. Just like a hundred years ago, he missed the Grand Ceremony perfectly.
Many people fixed their eyes on the back of Jing Jiu's left hand.
Liu Shisui was standing there.
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