A few days later.

Chongming Zong.

The mountain gate is wide open.

The huge portal is like a tall mountain, standing tall and towering, looming in the sea of ​​clouds, but giving people a sense of solidity and solidity as solid as a rock.

The appearance of this main gate means the opening of the Chongming Sect's protective formation.

Today is the enthronement ceremony of the new generation of saints of the Chongming Sect. The Holy Sect will welcome visitors from all directions. In order to show the sect's magnanimity and out of confidence in the sect's strength, the formation, which usually requires disciples' nameplates to enter and exit safely, passes through the mountain gate.

, you can come and go freely!

A huge rainbow bridge slowly emerges from behind the mountain gate, leading to the depths of the clouds.

This is a road specially used by Chongming Sect to welcome guests during important ceremonies.

At the end of the Hongqiao, you pass through numerous mountains, rivers, and seas of clouds, and finally land on a platform suspended in mid-air.

This platform is like a cliff that has been cut off in the middle. After being turned upside down, it floats into the air.

On the inverted hill at the bottom, there are many plants and trees growing, and a considerable number of birds and animals live in them.

The platform above is as smooth as a mirror, and the entire platform is paved with light cyan stone bricks.

This platform is connected to dozens of similar large and small platforms with a smaller Hongqiao. The largest one is surrounded by gloomy wind and mist, and you can feel the coldness inside even from a very long distance.

As well as the powerful fluctuations that are still faintly coming from within despite being intentionally restrained.

A young monk who came with his elders to congratulate him looked curiously, but with his eyesight operating to the extreme, all he could see was a chaotic fog.

"Crack."

His elders noticed, slapped him without hesitation, and then hurriedly dragged him away.

After he sat down in the corner, he shouted through the voice: "Don't be presumptuous! That's where the leader of the Holy Sect and all the distinguished guests today sit!"

"Distinguished guest? What kind of distinguished guest?" The young monk was obviously very favored. After being dealt with, he was not afraid and asked curiously, "Xuanjiabao is so powerful, but it can only sit at the front of our platform, but

I wonder who can be entertained by the Holy Sect Master personally?"

The elders hummed: "My children are young and ignorant, and have no knowledge! Even if there is a supreme elder in Xuanjia Fort, in the final analysis, they are just a vassal family under the rule of Shengzong."

"Today is the enthronement ceremony of the Saint. What a big event!"

"The congratulations from the Holy Sect are just the icing on the cake. The real highlight is when the sects who are on an equal footing with the Holy Sect come to congratulate..."

"The other major sects are just paying it forward. The Tiansheng Sect, the Tower of Reincarnation, and the Wushi Villa...but they will definitely be there!"

"and……"

Before he finished speaking, he saw two inner disciples of the Chongming Sect leading a delicate-looking female cultivator in plain clothes onto the Hong Bridge and towards the platform next door.

The female cultivator in plain clothes looked to be no more than sixteen or seventeen years old, and her facial features were quite delicate. However, her originally fair and delicate skin was covered with dense runes!

Hanging from his waist was a five-story stone tower as long as a finger, which was gray and inconspicuous.

The elder who was explaining to the young man had his pupils narrowed and quickly reminded: "Don't look at that female cultivator!"

The young man followed the instructions and turned away his eyes, wondering: "Above the grand ceremony, even the disciples of the Reincarnation Tower dare to cause trouble in the Holy Sect?"

"That's not a disciple of the Tower of Samsara." The elder said in a deep voice, "The stone tower around her waist is certainly the property of a disciple of the Tower of Samsara, but her inspiration has gone. It was obviously taken from the disciples of the Tower of Samsara, and the owner of the stone tower is dead!

On such an occasion, with the four giants watching from above, she still dares to show off the stone tower with her so openly... She is from Wushi Villa!"

"Wushi Villa!" The young man suddenly became awe-inspiring.

It's not just him either.

The huge platform was originally filled with 70% to 80% of the monks, and it was very lively as they drank and drank. However, after the female monk in plain clothes passed by, there was silence.

As a result, several other geniuses from the outer sect were led to the next platform to wait for the ceremony to begin. The monks remained silent and did not dare to look too closely.

After a while, on an empty platform with a small area, a cold atmosphere filled the air, and formation patterns slowly emerged.

After a while, a black light flashed, and a group of Chongming Sect disciples appeared instantly.

The person leading the charge was none other than Li Lieyue!

Today, she was still wearing a black gauze skirt, but her long hair, which had always been scattered behind her back, was loosely tied up, and she was wearing a flower crown that looked like thorns.

A crimson double-petaled flower blooms between the thorns. The color of the flower is like a blood stain that is about to dry up.

Behind her, Zhou Miaoli and Su Zhenhe stood side by side.

Behind them are the three masters of the inner sect, and Li Hange is among them!

For an occasion like today, everyone was dressed grandly. However, at this moment, the sights from all directions, including the platform where the mist of chaos was lingering, were all focused on Li Lieyue.

Swish, brush, brush...

Li Lieyue, a genius from a family like Li Lieyue, has long been accustomed to ordinary eyes.

Only the look from the sect master was as heavy as substance.

This kind of overwhelming pressure cannot be underestimated even with a cultivation level in the Nascent Soul stage!

However, Li Lieyue looked calm, without any change in his expression. He bowed slightly and bowed to the platform where the sect master and the distinguished guests from outside the sect were standing.

The next moment, Zhou Miaoli and others behind her, as well as many guests who came to attend the ceremony, stood up one after another and bent down to congratulate the chief.

"You don't have to be polite." A gentle man's voice came out from the chaos and mist. It had a little magnetism and was sweet to the ears. When people heard it, they couldn't help but feel good about it. There was no nonsense at all and he got straight to the point.

"Our sect's true message is that Li Lieyue broke through the Dan Ning Ying a month ago and wants to ascend to the position of a saint."

"Today, all of you have come from afar to bear witness."

"Supervise the Lord of the Palace."

Upon hearing the Sect Master's instructions, the Supervisory Hall Master in purple robe immediately responded: "Sect Master!"

The sect master said briefly: "The Blood Seat of the Ascendant Saint."

The Lord of the Supervisory Palace bowed his hands and said, "Yes."

As soon as he finished speaking, the sea of ​​clouds tumbling freely between the many suspended platforms froze for an instant, as still as a picture scroll.

After two breaths, the sea of ​​clouds seemed to boil all of a sudden!

The platform that hosted the guests and disciples of the sect was as solid as a mountain. However, everyone present, except for a few people with advanced cultivation, felt a strong palpitation in their hearts!

Some monks even changed their expressions on the spot, their hands and feet were trembling, and they couldn't even hold their tooth chopsticks!

It seems that some kind of unexplainable horror is about to come!

After a while, the sea of ​​clouds parted silently, and a blood-colored throne like a mountain rose slowly.

The throne is carefully carved and bright red in color, like a pearl inlaid on the top of the mountain.

In front of the throne, there are tens of thousands of bloody stairs!

The stairs are engraved with countless patterns of demons, ghosts and corpses. The air is filled with coldness, malice is overflowing, and blood is flying into the sky!

When the throne was raised to almost the same height as the main platform, the master of the supervisory hall said in a deep voice: "The true story of Li Lieyue, the blood ladder of thousands of tribes."

"The rules of the Holy Sect are that no Holy Son or Holy Lady can take their place unless they pass through the blood ladder of all races!"

"Today we bear witness that you have walked through the blood ladder of all races before you become the saint of our clan!"

"If you feel that you are unable to do so, you can still retreat at this moment."

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Li Lieyue spoke calmly: "Jiua Li Lieyue, never retreats."

Before she finished speaking, she took a step forward and instantly appeared under the blood ladder of all races.

The hem of the black gauze skirt is fluttering slightly, and you have already stepped onto the first level of the bloody ladder!

From now on, there is no chance to regret.
Chapter completed!