The top of Yidi Mountain is the sect’s holy land.
There are statues of emperors standing here, reaching up to the sky and the ground, and there are also stone forests rising up like the remains of battlefields.
In front of the emperor's statue, an altar paved with bluestones was built high, and the surrounding area was vast enough to accommodate thousands of people.
On the altar, there is a bronze square tripod in the center. Although it is extremely majestic, upon closer inspection, one of the two ears is missing and three of the four legs are left on the tripod. It seems that it suffered a great disaster countless years ago.
In the cauldron, the embers are still warm, and a few sticks of standing incense are stuck in them, making smoke curl up.
On weekdays, this place is heavily guarded, and even the disciples of the sect in Yidi Mountain are not allowed to approach.
Only those with distinguished status can come to this altar to light an incense and worship the person engraved on the statue.
But today, it is different from before.
"I'm coming up!"
As the first disciple of the sub-sect stepped onto the top of the mountain, the silence here was instantly broken.
Wow!
Deafening noises rang out as countless monks filed in from various mountain roads and stepped into the sacred place on the top of the mountain.
This is also the first time for countless people to see the statue holding a sword in one hand and pointing to the sky in the distance!
"That is our emperor!"
Some people shouted, looking at the supreme statue of white jade, and shed tears of excitement.
Reliance on the emperor, the emperor is everything to them!
This mountain and those Dharma rely on the owner of this statue to be passed down from ancient times to the present day!
"We're finally up!"
"This place is close to the top of Nanling. When we gather here, it's like overlooking the world!"
"I, Yidi Mountain, am indeed worthy of the name of a giant!"
"Huh? Someone over there came up before us!"
"Who! Who is faster than I, Shen Kui of the Overlord Sect!"
"Yes... they are the senior brothers and sisters of our sect! As well as the strong men from other sects!"
In the distance, Meng Jin looked at the lively crowd, flicked his sleeves, turned and walked towards a quiet place.
He didn't understand why he had to be in the same place with this group of trash.
As for other directions, many monks from other sects looked at the crowd with smiles on their faces, and even nodded in greeting, practicing the etiquette expected of guests.
Whoosh!
Dozens of figures followed the team and crossed the Changhong Yukong. They were disciples of the sect who went to various places in the mountains to receive visitors.
Among them, three figures separated, and then landed in front of the altar, standing with the two people who were already waiting there.
"Look! Those are five candidate emperors!"
"Ah, Brother Pastor!"
"Come on, Senior Sister Bai!"
"Senior Brother Si is invincible! The position of emperor's son will definitely belong to you!"
Overwhelming cheers resounded across the sky. The monks of our sect, the disciples of each branch, and the people of the sub-sects from various regions in the east, west, south, and north were all shouting crazily to cheer for their supporters.
"You three, thank you for your hard work in welcoming everyone." The two candidate emperors who had been waiting at the altar for a long time said with a smile.
"Stop talking, those junior brothers and sisters of Zizong are fine, the others..."
Bai Qing glanced at the people in the outer sect in the distance, and thought of the confrontation between Xiao Hu and Zong Qing, and felt a headache.
"Well, those people are very strong. They are indeed the strongest generation in all time." Mu Shen sighed, and couldn't help but think of his sister from the same race and the former emperor's daughter, Mu Chuxuan.
"Okay, let's get ready. This time, whether it's the secret trial or the Emperor's Sacrifice later, we must be extra careful."
Si Lin looked solemn and couldn't help but think of the conflict on the mountain road that day and the chaos at Cangyun Mountain.
Behind these battles, there seems to be the shadow of the dispute a hundred years ago.
Yidi Mountain was once deeply trapped in that whirlpool, but now it seems that it has not escaped.
Moreover, will the Xu Yue who killed his brother, the strong man who stirred up the storm a hundred years ago, come today?
Hearing this, the other people were slightly silent, with a haze in their hearts.
While everyone was talking, in the distance, people from various sects were also observing and analyzing.
"Shangjun, what do you think when you see this scene?"
The oiran looked forward with a smile and asked the person beside him.
Lord Shang looked around for a moment, and then said: "Those who came today are all my contemporaries, or Meng Jin and other powerful men of the younger generation. There seem to be very few elders from the older generation."
The oiran nodded. For example, Hualien, the elder of the Ten Thousand Flower Valley, the mature woman who sprinkled flower petals on Yidi Mountain, did not come today.
"It seems that what happened the night before has had a great impact on Yidi Mountain." The oiran whispered.
On the side, Shang Jun nodded, thinking in his heart.
After yesterday's investigation, the two of them had a certain understanding of the battle between Zong Qing and Xiao Hu that night.
As far as the results are concerned, the Emperor Demon Sect fought with the strong men of the Protector Mountain in the middle, destroying many mountains and forests, not to mention a lot of buildings, and even accidentally injured the Huanhuang Sect stationed not far away!
You must know that Huanhuang Sect is one of the largest sub-sects under Yidi Mountain. The behavior of Emperor Demon Sect and Hudao Mountain has undoubtedly harmed the interests of Yidi Mountain and cannot be tolerated!
Even more serious, Yidi Mountain will regard it as a provocation or a war and kill him directly!
So the next day, Yidi Mountain informed all the sects on the mountain that during the Emperor's Festival, all the powerful men of the older generation were not allowed to use force, otherwise they would be directly classified as enemies and killed on the spot!
This is what Elder Bai Xi said in the Bronze Hall earlier.
"Do you think Yidi Mountain is making excuses? Although this edict was an unspoken rule that each sect should abide by, after the struggle between the two sects, it became much stricter." Shang Jun suddenly said softly.
The oiran's beautiful eyes narrowed, and she said with a sweet smile: "Shang Jun is so wise, I don't dare to say anything."
"Alas, the Flower Fairy is out of town."
Shang Jun glanced at her, with a trace of depression on his brows.
After this period of getting along, he did have a good impression of the woman from Wanhua Valley, and wanted to deepen the relationship and make the two parties closer.
But many times, he wanted to talk to the oiran about anything, but the other party always kept some distance and vigilance, which made Shang Jun quite disappointed.
Seeing that the other party was silent, the oiran glanced slightly, with an unpredictable chuckle on his face. After thinking about it, he gestured: "Shang Jun, do you know the person over there?"
Shang Jun had no choice but to come back to his senses, put away his thoughts, and turned around to look.
There, a fresh and handsome man with a face like a crown jewel stood. Except for a few fellow disciples, he was not associated with any force.
"He is... Qilinzi from Pingtianju?" Shang Jun frowned.
"Do you know Mr. Shang?" the oiran chuckled.
Shang Jun nodded and said solemnly: "Well, I have quite a... connection with people from the Xiao organization. I was once familiar with Yu Qilin, who lives in Pingtian. I saw that this man is somewhat similar to him, so I made a guess."
Shang Jun stared at Qilinzi carefully for a moment and said in a deep voice: "And judging from his appearance, it seems that he has inherited his father's special physique."
The oiran on the side nodded and said with a smile: "My Wanhuagu and Pingtianju are both Tianzhou sects, but I don't know as much as Lord Shang. I admire them."
"You've broken me." Shang Jun smiled bitterly and shook his head.
While the two were talking, a burst of noise suddenly came from the distance.
Shang Jun and Hua Oiran looked over and saw Duan Mutian, dressed in black, leading several people to the top of the mountain.
