In those days, countless flying swords soared from all directions, and countless cultivators flew on their swords, searching the world for Linghu Lan. Some, whose ability to conceal themselves was only so-so, failed to hide properly while flying in the sky and were photographed and posted online, sparking another round of debate and arguments. Some said they saw immortals, while others said it was photoshopped, but that's another story.
On Dream Island.
When Shenji issued the order using the Divine Palace Token, the elders on Dream Spirit Island looked at each other in bewilderment, and one of them uttered the same words as Master Zhineng.
"The legend is true!"
"Even if it's true, it has nothing to do with us. We, the Dream Clan, are the descendants of another fallen god and are not subject to the Divine Palace Decree."
"The Divine Palace Decree has not appeared for a thousand years. I didn't expect it to appear this time. I wonder what order the Divine Palace Master issued this time. I hope the cultivation world will no longer be filled with bloodshed."
"Shenchai Palace has always been upright, fair and just, so this situation is unlikely to occur."
This happened in the cultivation world when Linghu Lan was living among mortals.
She went to the beach to swim and relax, scuba diving in the sea and trying out all sorts of activities. She didn't return until the night before the sect leader's hall was to be opened.
The people on Dream Spirit Island were naturally delighted to see her. They had thought she had run away, but she returned as scheduled, which surprised and delighted them.
On the day of the sect leader's arrival, Linghu Lan, dressed in a black robe, stood in the center of the hall, full of pride, awaiting the inauguration ceremony.
The numerous guests who came to witness the ceremony entered with great openness and treated Linghu Lan with the utmost respect, some of whom presented gifts that were extremely valuable.
The elders looked at each other, puzzled as to why Dream Spirit Island was so popular. Perhaps it was because the island lord had personally sent the invitation, which had boosted the goodwill of all the immortal sects.
Everyone was puzzled and had no choice but to continue the ceremony.
Music begins.
All around was quiet. Linghu Lan, dressed in a black robe, walked slowly along the red carpet toward the sect leader's throne. She walked with great presence until she reached the throne and sat down steadily.
Next came the complicated rituals of Dream Island, which were finally about to end.
But then they heard the announcer's voice at the door: "The Divine Palace Master of Shenci Palace has come to observe the ceremony."
Linghu Lan's heart clenched, and she stood up from her throne.
All the immortals stood up and looked at the entrance of the main hall.
There, Shenji was bathed in the sunlight, like a son of the gods. He walked towards Linghu Lan step by step, each step heavy, as if walking on his heart.
Linghu Lan gripped the armrest tightly to support her swaying body, looking at him with a smile on her face.
Finally, Shenji walked to Linghu Lan's side, his dark eyes seeming unable to get enough of looking at her.
Linghu Lan felt a strange mix of emotions swirling within her. She said softly, "Why are you here?"
Shenji looked at her silently, his heart pounding wildly. He said solemnly, "If I don't come, who will propose to you?"
Linghu Lan felt her heart skip a beat. "What did you say?"
“I say, you used to be the one coming to me. From now on, I will never let you wander alone in the vast world, searching for me and hoping for me. I will never lose you again.” Shenji knelt on one knee, took out the Divine Palace Token from his bosom, and presented it to Linghu Lan. “Linghu Lan, will you marry me?”
The entire hall was silent, with countless eyes fixed on Linghu Lan.
A tear slid down Linghu Lan's cheek as she whispered, "I do!"
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