Outside Qingyun Sect, nearly a thousand cultivators gathered in a crowd, clamoring to get inside to see the legendary place of ascension.
The reason was simple.
Rumor had it that in recent months, three people had successively ascended from Qingyun Sect’s Wuzhi Peak.
Such an unusually high frequency turned the place into a pilgrimage site for cultivators across the Central Continent and even the entire cultivation world.
For tens of thousands of years, no ascensions had occurred.
But now, not only had the norm been broken, multiple ascensions had happened.
There had to be something wrong—this was definitely suspicious.
So many cultivators came hoping to see what made the place special. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶
Maybe they could even absorb some residual immortal energy.
Of course, a small portion thought this was Qingyun Sect’s fabrication.
They all dropped their tasks, determined to expose the “fraud.”
But Qingyun Sect was one of the five sacred grounds of Central Continent.
Whether true or false, how could a mere lone cultivator decide to expose or not?
What of the sect’s reputation?
When these people were all blocked at the sect’s outskirts,
their arrogance only grew.
They firmly believed Qingyun Sect was just putting on a show to hype things up.
If not, why forbid them from seeing the place of ascension?
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Hearing this, the Qingyun Sect disciples laughed in disbelief.
Did they really think ascension was child’s play?
You say ascend, and you ascend?
Before they could finish,
a dazzling light appeared atop Wuzhi Peak.
A gigantic sword silhouette shot straight into the clouds, instantly cleaving open a thousand li of cloud cover and revealing clear blue sky.
Dreamlike rays of sunlight poured down.
In the sky, a massive Heavenly Gate faintly appeared.
An overwhelmingly mighty aura suddenly swept across the land.
All Qingyun Sect disciples teared up with excitement.
What a blessing, truly a blessing.
Who was it? To ascend just like that without any notice—it was astonishing.
One Qingyun disciple pointed toward Wuzhi Peak and shouted, “Look, we really ascend just like that!”
The originally skeptical cultivators were instantly silenced.
The crowd that came seeking the miracle immediately knelt down on the spot in worship.
After tens of thousands of years, someone had truly ascended again in the cultivation world.
This shattered the legend that the path to transcendence was severed.
Cultivators could really ascend now!
Some even broke down crying on the spot,
pleading to join Qingyun Sect.
If denied, they vowed to die right there.
Perhaps in their hearts, Qingyun Sect was the true land of revival.
Otherwise, how could so many ascenders appear in such a short time?
Qingyun Sect members were quite helpless about this.
Honestly, they really wanted to ascend too.
Atop Wuzhi Peak,
rays of light shone upon Lin Miaoxue.
Once hailed as the strongest demon three ten-thousand-year cycles ago,
she was now finally ascending.
Countless sword shadows darted wildly around her.
Sword intent surged to its peak.
The ladies all waved goodbye to her.
Most eyes held envy and blessings, but only one’s gaze was complicated—
Hong Luan.
Strictly speaking,
Hong Luan had risen to fame before Lin Miaoxue.
She had long since reached the peak of the Ascension Realm, just one step from ascension.
Normally, after Bai Miaoling, she should have ascended first.
But during this time,
no matter how Hong Luan secluded herself in cultivation, she could not break through that final step.
She was stuck at the peak of Ascension Realm, unable to advance.
This pained Hong Luan deeply.
Her sister’s suffering did not make her happy.
But the sister’s success made her grind her teeth.
Why the rush?
Couldn’t she wait for the rest of them?
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