Wen Guangfeng, the ascension statue of Emperor Xuanyuan; Heng Zhoufeng, the giant stone chessboard of Fourth Ancestor Heng Zhoufeng; Wei Ji Feng, the white tiger incarnation of Sixth Ancestor Wei Ji … There were also other people who had made great contributions to Xuanyuan, whether they were still alive or not. Not to mention those who were far away, there were also quite a few who were close by, such as the Three Qins, Han Peng, Chong Lou, Hu Xuedao, and so on.
Lou Xiaoyi's expression was solemn, but he disapproved in his heart. These people had nothing to do with him. Each and every one of them was an old monster who had lived for tens of thousands of years. Even the hair on their legs was thicker than his waist. Xuanyuan's tens of thousands of disciples also had a lot of respect for him!
Speaking of which, the current atmosphere in this bandit den was also caused by this group of people, right?
This tour took them no less than three days in the snow-domed dome, letting them know how big Xuanyuan was. It was even bigger than a country in their original world, including various sacred sites, some forbidden places, and many architectural styles and uses.
On the last day, when they passed by a mountain peak, everyone couldn't help but look at it strangely. This was the only one among the thirteen famous peaks in the snow-domed dome, as well as the countless less famous peaks. There were no buildings, palaces, pavilions, or anything else … There was only a sacrificial altar, an enormous sacrificial altar!
The altar's grandeur lay in the fact that it surrounded the entire mountain! Starting from the foot of the mountain, it was built up in circles! By now, more than a hundred layers had been built, and twenty percent of the lower part of the mountain had been turned into an altar. How much manpower and resources did it take?
Looking down from the sky, this wasn't a mountain peak, but an altar. The entire mountain peak pierced the sky, like an unsheathed longsword!
"Where is this? Is this an altar? Who is it paying tribute to? "
The Foundation Establishment Cultivators were very curious, but Lou Xiaoyi was disdainful. Extravagance was a waste of manpower and resources. Wouldn't it be better to use those resources to do something useful for the common people?
"This is one of the thirteen peaks of Xuanyuan, Crow Peak!"
Senior Brother Gu Bei alighted the flying boat and landed in front of the incomparably huge altar. This altar was so big that it would take several months to run around the lower level mortals. It would also take some time for them to fly.
Their expressions were solemn and serene. The aura of the altar on the mountain was so oppressive that it was hard for them to breathe!
"Every hundred years, the sect will invest manpower and resources to build a higher level! In the past ten thousand years, more than a hundred floors had been built!
In another few tens of thousands of years, the entire mountain will be filled with altars! "
Senior Gu Bei looked dazed. "This is a nameless Swordsman's sacrifice! They represented the countless Swordsman seniors who had died since Xuanyuan was established!
No one dared to settle down in their resting place, so there was nothing else on the mountain except for the altar! You must remember that this place is not to be desecrated, and those who do will die!
There are also many secrets hidden here. What I can tell you is only what you Foundation Establishment Cultivators should know! When you reach Jin Dan, you will know more about this place! The higher one's cultivation level was, the more one would know!
There was a rumor in Xuanyuan that when you reached the level of knowing the secret of Crow Peak, you would not be far from becoming an immortal!
I will never know its secret in this lifetime! But it's possible for you!
Work hard! "
Crow Peak's secret? This Xuanyuan's naming was really not that good! It was so old-fashioned. Just by hearing the name, one would not have the desire to know its secret!
Lou Xiaoyi thought about it, but he had learned his lesson. He did not show it on his face and lowered his head sincerely, as if his second uncle had died.
Three days later, the three procedures were completed. Senior Gu Bei brought them back to the Entrance Hall. It was still Gu He and Gu Gang who were in charge.
Gu Bei clasped his hands. "Martial Uncles, this disciple has completed his task. The ten disciples have passed the test and completed all the procedures. Martial Uncles, please give your instructions!"
The two looked at the disciples below with satisfaction, especially the kid who spoke strange words. Fortunately, Gu Bei had done his job well. Now, this person no longer spoke strange words. Moreover, his attitude was very proper. He stood straight and looked like he knew he was in the wrong and could correct his mistakes.
"Since you have lit your soul lamps, you are now Xuanyuan's people. In the future, you must love each other in the sect and help each other improve!"
Gu He's long speech made Lou Xiaoyi sleepy. Love each other? Did he say something wrong? Wasn't it killing each other?
He did not know why he could not integrate into the sect's atmosphere! He did not know how the others were like. Were they really so willing?
This kind of thinking was very inexplicable! Where did it come from? What was the reason? Was it just because of the love for magic? That did not seem to be the case!
It was reasonable to say that this kind of place was not bad. A high-grade cultivation star field, a top-notch sect, one could foresee countless cultivation methods and secret techniques, and perhaps very generous benefits. For a cultivator from a low-grade cultivation star field, what was there to be dissatisfied with?
Was he possessed? Was he influenced by something? It should not be. There was nothing that could influence him in the low-grade three star field. He was always very clear-headed and knew what he was doing. Could it be that it was the countless years in the deep space of the universe? He did not understand!
"Next, there is a precedent to follow! It is your Dharma name!
In Xuanyuan, the Dharma name changes every hundred years. My generation is headed by Gu, so there are Gu He, Gu Gang, Gu Bei, etc. Our next generation is You, and the next generation is Guang …
The first Dharma name of your generation is Yan! "
Everyone listened quietly. There was no choice, especially the first word. You can't ask for whatever you like. Lou Xiaoyi was very satisfied with this. His name was too ordinary. Compared to the nine people who came with him, it was like dregs. It was not that he blamed his parents, but when things were put together, there was a comparison. Especially when the two Kun cultivators' names had the word "Xiao", this made him feel very awkward!
Now, everyone had returned to the same level. Yan was a very artistic word. In any case, he felt that it was much better than Gu, Guang, You, Ah …
Yan locks the pond, the vast expanse of mist, the lingering smoke, it was very artistic …
But reality proved that he had thought too much. The first word was fixed as Yan, and the second word was not up to them to choose. Instead, the old pedants in the sect had already decided. They were only waiting for the newcomers to enter the pit, and then they would choose one by one. Those who were at the front had more choices. For people like them, who were a generation that had lived for more than half a hundred years, there were much fewer Dharma names to choose from.
Gu Gang took out a large cauldron. There were many jade slips inside, each with a word. Together with the word "Yan", that was their Dharma name!
They had to draw lots!
This was purely a matter of luck. Their poor divine senses couldn't break through the isolation of the cauldron. This was inevitable. Since they had to choose, of course, they couldn't pick. Otherwise, they could just name themselves. Why bother?
Gu Gang smiled. "Luck is very important in cultivation. All kinds of luck! Dharma names are also one of them. Some dharma names don't sound good, but they contain great luck. In the tens of thousands of years of Xuanyuan's history, this kind of thing is not uncommon!
Choose yourselves. Everyone has one dharma name. Once you take it, you can't exchange it! "
So they came up one by one. No one fought for it. They all understood that it might not be a good thing to be the first to choose. Staying behind might not mean that they wouldn't be blessed by luck.
But there were also those who fought to be the first in everything. For example, Ling Ruofeng was one step ahead. Without hesitation, he stretched out his hand and took out a jade slip with the word "Chen" written on it!
Yan Chen, a very artistic dharma name. Ling Ruofeng couldn't hold back his smile. He was very satisfied with his luck!
Xiao Beinan was the second to make a move. It was the word "He". Yan He, it seemed a little strange!
Zhan Qianjun, Yan Cang, perfect!
Sima Juan, Yan Gang, a little strange?
Mu Jianchen, Yan Yu, good luck!
Then it was the Kun cultivators. They grabbed the other part of the cauldron. The dharma names of men and women were placed separately. Otherwise, it would be very embarrassing.
Qin Errong, Yan Xia,
Mu Cailing, Yan Luo,
Tang Xiaoluo, Yan Liu,
Gong Xiaodie, Yan Dai,
Lou Xiaoyi was a little flustered. Who the hell came up with these names? The word "Yan", which was so artistic, became like this? Before him, there were cigarette boxes, ashtrays, and tobacco pouches. What would it be when it was his turn?
Would he be so unlucky? It seemed that all the unpleasant names had been taken away? There must have been some before. Now three had been taken away. What else was there that was unpleasant?
He couldn't show that he was timid. He strode forward and stretched out his hand. Instead of stirring like others, he picked up the first jade slip he touched and turned it over. He almost fainted!
There was a word clearly written on the jade slip, head!
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