This day is the day when the Golden Light Patriarch recruits disciples.
Once every ten years, a cohort of a hundred people.
Of course, if the Golden Light Patriarch is in a particularly good mood, the number might even increase somewhat.
Outside Cloudy Star, it's already teeming with people.
Various loose cultivators, from the Divine Sea Realm to the Spirit Transformation Realm, everything is present.
The teleportation formation on Cloudy Star is continuously flickering, with silhouettes emerging from it, carrying sycophantic and flattering expressions.
Not being sycophantic, not flattering... can that work?
The ones guarding the teleportation formation are all true disciples of the Golden Light Sect.
Their faces are set, noses are practically pointing to the sky.
If one were to anger them, they'd face bouts of scolding, even direct attacks, dying here would be dying for nothing.
