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Su Ye's suggestion for her to become a disciple was clearly part of a larger plan. Not long ago, Li Shang Di Jun had already spread the word that with the opening of Wujie, he would take on a disciple. Wu Zong took this matter very seriously and had been preparing for it well in advance.
As soon as this news broke, the Thirty-Six Heavens erupted in excitement. Only a few had entered the Imperial Realm, and being able to take on a master was akin to reaching the heavens. It wasn't just Xia Zhong Tian; even the great clans of Shang Zhong Tian were eagerly vying for this opportunity.
The conditions for becoming a disciple were quite broad—regardless of race, strength, talent, or bone age, as long as it did not exceed three thousand years, anyone could apply.
When Yun Zhi Yue heard this, she paused for a moment. Bone age was calculated from the time of transformation. Although she had been a part of the grass clan, her true transformation had only occurred around two thousand years ago while being near Yue Qi. After that, she had fallen into the underworld for over a thousand years, placing her right at the threshold of eligibility.
Her celestial body had long been dissolved by Ming Li, and now her physical form was something she had cultivated in the underworld. No matter how one looked at it, she appeared to be a Mingfu Ren. In terms of race, she could indeed participate openly.
Was this also part of Su Ye's calculations?
"Look! People from Shang Zhong Tian are coming down!" someone exclaimed with envy in their voice.
The sky seemed to tear open like a curtain; before they even saw the figures, the phantoms of the Long and Feng clans had already dominated the heavens.
The giant dragons soared through the clouds, their scales shimmering brilliantly in the sunlight. The Phoenix Clan was equally dazzling; their feathers burned like flames, leaving beautiful crimson trails in the air with each flap of their wings.
The appearance of these two clans sent shockwaves throughout the celestial realm. Countless immortals paused to watch in awe and admiration. Even though everyone from Xia Zhong Tian harbored grievances against the great clans, it was a normal reaction to admire strength; Long and Feng were simply too radiant to ignore.
While everyone else was captivated by the spectacle, Yun Zhi Yue kept her head down, feeling as if she were turning to stone. Her scalp tingled, her spine prickled, and her heart raced as if it might explode—who was looking at her? That gaze felt terrifying!
This kind of pressure could only come from Di Wei. She was certain it wasn't Yue Qi; she knew him too well for this feeling to be right. It wasn't Su Ye either; she was familiar enough with Emperor that she wouldn't fail to recognize Di Wei.
She had never encountered other Emperors nor offended them—was it because she was a Mingfu Ren?
Indeed, there were many conflicts between the Heavenly Realm and Underworld; aside from small-scale wars, they generally did not interact much. Here she was, a Mingfu Ren brazenly entering heaven—it was indeed quite audacious.
Damn it! She hoped not to be struck down by just one glance. Thankfully, she had prepared in advance.
With two fingers lightly tapping her forehead where the Emerald Bud mark lay, she drew on Di Wei’s essence from Su Ye and infused it into herself. Instantly, much of the underworld aura surrounding her was suppressed.
Replacement is another form of deterrence; it means I have someone backing me up.
As the gaze faded, Yun Zhi Yue let out a sigh of relief, having just taken a trip through the gates of hell.
More and more people gathered, and the entrance of Wujie fluctuated. A small team emerged, all dressed in white celestial robes, with black long swords embroidered on their chests. They were the Wu Zong Ren.
It is said that Wujie originally had only Li Shang Di Jun, but later many fervent followers of the Emperor willingly stayed in Wujie to serve. Over time, this formed the sect known as Wu Zong.
The leader exuded an ethereal aura, with silver-white beard reaching down to his chest. His face appeared to be around forty years old, with long eyebrows and narrow eyes, which struck Yun Zhi Yue as somewhat amusing.
I am Wu Zong Elder Sui You. Once again, I welcome everyone to Wujie. After a thousand years, Wujie has reopened. I believe you all know that Jun Shang is accepting disciples.
Without further ado, this Apprentice Ceremony will be presided over by me, the elder. Those under three thousand years of age from Fangcun Realm should step forward first; I will take a count of how many there are.
The crowd gasped: Under three thousand years from Fangcun Realm? How many could there possibly be in heaven and earth?
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