The newlyweds gradually stopped in front of the stairway, followed the instructions of the inner disciples in front, formed neat and uniform formations, and then walked slowly upwards, step by step approaching the top of the main peak.
Luo Lanxier was now walking in the procession with the new disciples. Waves of refreshing fragrance wafted from the incense burners on either side, making people feel calm and peaceful, as if having a soothing effect.
Because of the requirements of today's ceremony, she did not wear a veil, and many newlyweds along the way were curiously glancing at the girl.
What is her name? Why is she wearing the same gauze dress as us? Isn’t this girl an inner sect senior sister? Did I guess wrong?
All kinds of questions lingered in the minds of the newcomers, making them want to find out the truth, but they were also intimidated by the girl's strength yesterday, so they hesitated and did not dare to step forward easily.
Just like that, as the disciples in yellow robes gradually stepped onto the steps, the sounds of several drums rang out from the top of the mountain.
The drum beats vibrate like an elephant walking, steady yet powerful, making people's hearts surge.
Most of the newlyweds present were only in their 20s, and their blood was boiling. Hearing the drumbeats, their spirits gradually became high.
When Loran Hill reached the top of the stairs with her skirt lifted, an open space came into view.
The ground was paved with fine blue-gray jade with patterns on it. As each disciple walked in, these patterns began to emit a golden glow.
Woo——
The sound of an ancient horn rang out, and ripples like water appeared in the sky, followed by a light cloud.
The new disciples below looked up at the strange sight of clouds and mist in the sky, in which it seemed that mountains and the earth appeared and disappeared from time to time, which was very mysterious.
After the last new disciple also stepped onto the open space at the top of the stairs, the golden lines on the stone slabs under their feet began to brighten. The golden lines flowed like water, and then formed blooming golden petals under everyone's feet, slowly lifting each member up.
Then everyone ascended into the air, slowly flying towards the misty sky. The formation was roughly like the newcomers in the center, surrounded by several inner disciples.
At first, everyone thought they'd soon reach the misty clouds, but the flight took several incense sticks. The mountains and land beneath their feet grew farther and farther away, smaller and smaller. The peaks and rivers that had once seemed so majestic gradually shrank to the size of earthworms, and the land gradually transformed from a lush forest into a patchwork of green and yellow.
Looking down from a high altitude, one can feel an extremely vast and majestic feeling. One is just a grain of sand in this world, so tiny that it makes one feel both awe and admiration.
Just when everyone was feeling a little shaken because of the altitude, a violent and majestic roar was heard, and then the misty clouds in the sky suddenly dispersed, revealing an extremely clear world inside.
It was like a silent, transparent egg suddenly opening, allowing everyone to see the vast world inside the "egg" through the opening.
It was a sea of red and yellow trees, surrounded by clouds and mist. Several tall attics were suspended in the clouds on the mountainside, appearing and disappearing from time to time.
"Everyone, stand firm." An inner sect senior sister reminded them, and then they felt the golden flower patterns under their feet lose their strength and fell into the world in the clouds.
As if passing through a thick barrier, the newcomers entered the cave world within the Xiangyu Sect. A refreshing breath greeted them, bringing an incomparable comfort. This was the Fenxiang Cave Heaven, unique to the Zhuori Xiangyu Sect. The mana (energy) within was far richer than outside, and it cultivated numerous extraordinary plants and various rare items of heaven and earth.
"Follow me." An inner sect sister shouted, and then led everyone to somewhere in the woods.
Light yellow, deep yellow, pale yellow, leaves of all colors fluttered in the breeze, and everything in sight was filled with the sea of yellow trees. The world seemed to be stuck in autumn forever, with a cool and refreshing feeling.
Loran Hill raised his hand to catch a fallen leaf. Holding it in his palm, he could still feel the softness of the leaf, which was not dry.
It was truly marvelous. She closed her eyes slightly, taking it all in.
This world is subtly different from the outside world. It seems to have an extra preference and bonus for concepts such as yellow leaves, autumn wind, and fragrance. If you use related skills or abilities, you will be several times stronger than the outside world.
The fallen leaves under your feet are spread on the ground, and you feel a soft feeling when you step on them. This world of thousands of yellow layers overlapping each other also brings people a special sense of beauty.
After Loran Hill and his group walked through the woods for a while, a magnificent archway appeared before their eyes.
The main structure of the archway, composed of two massive pillars, reaches into the sky, standing hundreds of feet tall amidst a sea of yellow trees. Standing beneath the pillars, one must tilt their head back as far as possible to barely catch a glimpse of the arch's top.
High above the sea of trees, five large characters written in a flamboyant style were inscribed on a horizontal plaque as if carved with a knife.
'Scorching Sun and Yellow Feather School'
Among them, the scorching sun tends to be red, and the Huangyu School gradually changes from orange to yellow, bright as flames.
When everyone walked into the archway holding the nameplates, it seemed as if a kind of energy swept through their bodies, making their spirits shake, and then they felt a warmth.
After that, I walked forward and saw a stone-paved road at my feet. Looking forward, I saw dozens of elderly men in distinctive clothing standing in the middle of the road. Behind them stood a large tree several dozen meters tall in the middle of the road, its leaves a beautiful and charming crimson.
Seeing everyone coming, the old man in the lead stood in front and waved his sleeves. A breeze blew away all the dust and fallen leaves on the avenue.
Then his old voice was heard in the breeze.
"I am the 132nd generation headmaster of the Burning Sun and Yellow Feather Sect. I am humbled."
"Greetings, Master." Everyone bowed and saluted in unison.
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