Xuantian Immortal Cultivation Record

Almost all of the Candle Shade Valley's members were gathered here. The guards of the main altar and the Dharma transmission altar were naturally arrayed at the very front.

Chang Guangming called out five names in a low voice, and immediately five thousand-man teams began to move and advance. Quan Youxuan led a thousand-man team and ran towards the plaza.

The Left Divine Envoy bowed to Zhang Xuan and then turned to walk towards the gate of the Divine Beast Hall. Two main altar guards stepped forward and pulled open the gate on either side.

The Left Divine Envoy continued walking without stopping, stepping into the hall. The five thousand guards behind him formed five columns, led by Chang Guangming, and quickly followed, filing in one after another.

Zhang Xuan watched them disappear into the hall before turning her head. She first bowed to the Fire Crow Taoist and said respectfully, "Greetings, Fire Right Envoy. Thank you for assisting the Divine Sect in fighting against powerful enemies and overcoming difficulties. Please join me on the high platform to receive the worship of the congregation!"

The Fire Crow Taoist returned the greeting with a smile: "As the Sect Leader commands!"

He moved closer, first greeting Zhang Yuanjing, then gestured for Zhang Xuan to go ahead.

Zhang Xuan nodded in acknowledgment and walked slowly towards the plaza along the white flagstone path, under the gaze of the crowd.

On both sides of the path were the most elite members of the main altar and the Dharma transmission altar. They were fully armed, holding spears, broadswords, or thick shields. Some also carried longbows and quivers, exuding a fierce and sturdy aura.

Noticing the new Sect Leader about to ascend the throne, they raised their weapons and shouted in unison: "May the Upper God live forever! May the Sect Leader be mighty! May the Divine Sect be invincible!"

The tens of thousands of members in the rear plaza were infected by the atmosphere and also shouted狂热狂热ly.

Zhang Xuan smiled in acknowledgment. Since arriving here several years ago and being established as the Holy Maiden, she had received the worship of the congregation at various ceremonies. However, the voices of the members had never been as strong and unified, nor the momentum as magnificent as today, and her heart had never felt such empathy and excitement.

As she walked and waved, faces, some weathered, some childish, some handsome, some ordinary, some male, some female, some fat, some thin, some white, some black, flashed before her eyes. Regardless of their cultivation level, experience, or condition, she felt a sense of shared destiny and flesh-and-blood connection with them.

From now on, she would become their Sect Leader, their strongest backing, determining their joys and sorrows, happiness and suffering, fate and life and death.

She had only been a demonic cultivator for a few decades, yet she was about to shoulder such a heavy responsibility, and her heart was naturally uneasy, filled with apprehension.

However, seeing the eager, trusting, and狂热狂热 gazes of the crowd, she felt a sense of excitement, anticipation, and anticipation. The contradictions and worries brought about by the fusion with the Candle Dragon also dissipated a lot.

Upon reaching the plaza, the members danced and sang, wielding all kinds of weapons, expressing their most sincere loyalty, their most sublime praise, and their most beautiful blessings to their new Sect Leader, and their most heartfelt gratitude to the two Divine Grace Envoys.

In the center of the plaza, under the command of the main altar guards, the狂热狂热 members cleared a large space, about sixty or seventy zhang in diameter. Several hundred Foundation Establishment stage demonic cultivators were busy transporting stones and wood, quickly building a high platform with a regular shape and simple style. The central position of the high platform had already been completed.

At the urging of Zhang Yuanjing, the Fire Crow Taoist, and the Saint Core stage demonic cultivators such as the Golden Dharma King, Zhang Xuan took the lead in flying onto the high platform, and a deafening cheer immediately resounded throughout the plaza.

Now, almost all of the members could see the outstanding demeanor of the new Sect Leader.

Standing on the high platform, Zhang Xuan looked at the more than two hundred thousand members crowding the plaza and its surroundings, and her heart was filled with shock.

As the Holy Maiden, she had faced such grand scenes before, but the atmosphere was far less狂热狂热 and激昂激昂.

Wave after wave of earth-shattering cheers crashed towards her. She felt no discomfort or stage fright, and generously waved to the members on the high platform, constantly mobilizing their enthusiasm.

She vaguely felt that she had completely broken away from her identity as the unremarkable head of a martial arts family in a small fishing village and had truly become the Holy Sect Leader of this super-large force that dominated one side of the world and stirred up tens of thousands of years of wind and clouds!

Sensing something, the long black tattoo on her wrist suddenly twisted, leaped up, and transformed into a black dragon, which then circled around her, soaring and dancing.

The moment the black dragon appeared, it attracted the attention of all the members. They quieted down and watched it with surprise, doubt, excitement, or calmness, and as its body continued to grow larger, they revealed expressions of awe.

"It's Lord Candle Dragon!"

"Lord Candle Dragon has possessed the Sect Leader!"

"No, Lord Candle Dragon is bestowing blessings upon the Sect Leader; this is its recognition!"

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The Candle God Sect had been without a Sect Leader for thousands of years. The current generation of members had long forgotten what the Sect Leader's divine abilities were, and could only guess the purpose of the black dragon's appearance based on the scene and hearsay.

"Brothers and sisters, next, I will have Lord Candle Dragon recreate the heroic scenes of those who regarded death as home and perished with the enemy in the Hidden Soldiers Cave for you all to see! Please be quiet!"

Upon hearing this, the members were initially in an uproar, but soon fell silent, staring intently at the black dragon, whose body had already returned to a length of thirty zhang, afraid of missing a precious scene in the blink of an eye.

The Candle Dragon roared, closed its eyes, and began to visualize. It possessed a powerful illusion talent by nature. Although it could not actively use its divine powers or create illusions after its primordial spirit left, it could still passively imprint images and sounds and store them in its sea of consciousness in the form of memory fragments.

Zhang Xuan used these memory fragments and adopted the form of visualization to display them outside her body. This would certainly cause these memory fragments to disappear permanently, but it would allow others to witness the past scenes as if they were there.

Soon, a cloud of black gas emerged from the top of the black dragon's head. The black gas gradually dispersed, and a shimmering light curtain appeared in the middle, on which blurred images began to flicker. It was the scene of Black Fire forming a prison, trapping Zhenye, and the two sides were in a stalemate.

At this time, one after another, tattered and bloodstained members stood out, shouting the oath "Burn my remnant body and perish with the enemy," and plunged into the flames without hesitation, using their flesh and blood as fuel to pile up mountain-like flames, finally burning the powerful enemy to ashes.

"I recognize him; he is Liu Zenghong, a Dharma Protector Arhat of the Dharma Transmission Altar!"

"This is Dharma Protector Arhat Zhong Chengwei, from the Northern Third Altar!"

"That's Chen Feiwu, from our main altar!"

...

One name after another was called out by the members below the high platform. The members who had been building the high platform in full swing had also stopped their work and stared intently at the huge light curtain in the sky.

The Golden Dharma King, the Red Dharma King, Quan Youxuan, and other Saint Core stage demonic cultivators stared blankly at the scene of those Foundation Establishment stage members rushing to their deaths, and their faces revealed expressions of shame.

The light curtain did not last long, only a short dozen or so breaths, but the shock it brought was enough to stir the hearts of the two hundred thousand members and immerse them for a long time.