At dawn, behind the Liuli Hall on Qiankun Mountain, before a dozen raised stone tablets, Zhuang Xiaosheng's head lay on a massive stone.
No one was left here, but all the disciples of the Liuli Holy Land would forever remember this spot.
In the hall, Ming Qi still sat in the highest seat, with Wei Xingbai in the first guest seat next to him. Ten Celestial Clan warriors stood expressionlessly behind him, like statues.
The eight masters of the Eight Liuli Halls, with the exception of Dabai, sat quietly in their seats, with disciples from each hall standing behind them.
Although nearly a hundred people gathered in the hall, it was remarkably quiet. No one spoke. Even the normally talkative disciples stood there in a well-behaved manner, their mouths tightly shut.
Wei Xingbai narrowed his eyes, seemingly contemplating something. After a moment, he addressed Ming Qi directly, "Tell everyone not involved in this matter to go outside. I have something serious to discuss with you."
The nearly one hundred people in the hall frowned at these blunt words. What did they mean by "not involved in this matter"?
Could it be that the siege of the Liuli Holy Land didn't involve them?
However, there were some astute individuals among them who understood that this mysterious figure wasn't referring to this matter.
The first to rise was Elder Qin, who immediately walked out.
As soon as Elder Qin left, most of the remaining people, unable to stand, rose and left.
Soon, only Wei Xingbai, the ten Celestial Clan warriors he had brought with him, and Wei Silong and Mo Changli remained in the hall.
Wei Xingbai got straight to the point, saying, "You possess something that suppresses divine punishment, which is why I'm here."
Ming Qi didn't shy away, replying, "Yes, I do, but it was severely damaged in the battle a few days ago. I'm not sure if it still has the power to suppress divine punishment."
Wei Xingbai's face darkened, a hint of displeasure evident. He had traveled thousands of miles from his family settlement, braving immense danger, and he didn't want to hear such an unpleasant outcome.
"In that case, let's try it out here and see."
Ming Qi nodded. He could tell that although Wei Xingbai was Wei Silong's brother, his temperament was completely different. He likely lacked patience and would likely turn on him if he didn't see what he wanted.
The Supreme Divine Diagram had been severely damaged in that battle, practically dormant. It was unclear whether it could now unleash its power to suppress divine punishment.
After calming himself down, Ming Qi mentally activated the Supreme Diagram, which slowly materialized and hovered above his chest.
The Supreme Diagram now appeared much smaller than before, barely the size of a palm. The hazy, mysterious aura surrounding it had also become unusually thinner. However, as the Supreme Diagram appeared, Ming Qi clearly saw the expressions of Wei Xingbai and the ten Celestial Clan warriors behind him change instantly.
As for Wei Silong and Mo Changli, they had grown accustomed to this feeling and remained remarkably calm under these circumstances. However, they also clearly sensed that the power had diminished considerably.
After a brief moment of surprise, Wei Xingbai's expression turned solemn.
He simply stood there, motionless, a layer of golden mist rising around him.
At first, this golden mist was as ethereal as a drizzle, but over time, it gradually grew thicker and denser, emanating a majestic and powerful aura.
However, Wei Xingbai controlled this aura perfectly, allowing only those around him to sense it, without dispersing it beyond the hall.
The golden mist grew thicker and thicker, eventually transforming into a swirling golden airflow that completely enveloped Wei Xingbai.
Everyone around was careful not to disturb him. The ten Celestial Clan warriors behind Wei Xingbai, though their surprise had turned to shock, remained silent, demonstrating their immense control.
When the golden mist condensed to a certain point, a sharp cry like a cavalry of iron spears and spears suddenly emanated from it. Immediately afterwards, the golden mist rapidly converged towards a single location, and in the blink of an eye, it condensed into a strangely shaped object, presumably a weapon.
If it could be called a weapon, it was certainly an extremely bizarre one. The condensed portion was nearly two meters long, with a crescent-shaped front end and a circular ring in the center. Connected to the crescent was a horizontal longsword. The crescent and the central ring were both golden, while the hilt of the sword below was red, and the blade black.
Connecting to the horizontal longsword was a circular protrusion, followed by a long golden handle, extending all the way to the hand that gripped it tightly.
The golden mist continued to condense, until the entire strange weapon was nearly four meters long. Wei Xingbai could only hold it at an angle. As the final section condensed and took shape, the circular protrusion at the front suddenly blossomed like a flower, transforming into a pair of flawless white wings.
Wei Xingbai was completely stunned, his expression more serious than ever as he gazed at the weapon in his hands.
Then, with a slight shake of his hand, the pair of white wings began to flutter, and a transcendent power suddenly surged from the crescent at their tips.
Watching this scene, Wei Silong and Mo Changli remained calm, but their hearts were already surging with fear.
As Celestial Clan members, they naturally knew what Wei Xingbai was holding.
It was the Patrolling Heavenly Saint Martial!
The Celestial Clan rebelled, and the gods unleashed divine punishment. The Celestial Patrol Saint Warrior, once a symbol of Celestial Clan glory, became a legend. Hundreds of thousands of years of history had completely eroded the name, but now, it was truly visible!
"Celestial Patrol Saint Warrior, not bad, haha!"
Wei Xingbai gently stroked the divine weapon in his hand, unable to suppress his laughter.
The Celestial Clan's shame finally had hope of being washed away!
"Congratulations, Third Young Master!"
The ten Celestial Clan warriors standing behind Wei Xingbai suddenly stood in awe. The Celestial Patrol Saint Warrior represented more than just a legend; it was associated with so much more.
The requirements for awakening the Celestial Patrol Saint Warrior were extremely demanding, and pure Celestial Clan bloodline and a strong cultivation talent were essential. When the Celestial Clan patrolled the heavens on behalf of the gods, any Celestial Clan member who awakened the Celestial Patrol Saint Warrior would become a leading figure.
Celestial Clan members under divine punishment would no longer be able to patrol the heavens.
Wei Xingbai sheathed his Holy Martial Art, the fiery glow in his eyes fading. As he looked at Ming Qi, his expression subtly shifted.
He possessed exceptional talent and pure bloodline, formidable strength and a promising future. But precisely because of this, he understood the profound significance of the object before him to the entire Celestial Clan.
Wei Xingbai's gaze was like a knife as he stared at Ming Qi. The atmosphere in the hall once again fell into an eerie silence.