Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension-Chapter 595 - 374 Sanbao

Venerable Dingnan led Zhao Sheng and Saintess Ling Luo into the great hall, then quietly departed.

Upon entering the palace, their eyes brightened; the hall was exceptionally magnificent and spacious, yet its decorations were quite simple, possessing an ancient style.

In the vast palace, there were only thousands of low cases arranged, underneath which were laid apricot-yellow cushions, but at this time, the vast majority of cushions were without sitters, not even a single figure could be seen at the foremost principal seat.

Zhao Sheng looked around, noting that there were only around eleven or twelve people seated in the hall, many of whom he knew.

As Zhao Sheng and Saintess Ling Luo walked in, the people there glanced at them with a mixture of curiosity, coldness, resentment, or scrutinizing gazes.

"Xiao Jiuke, Zuo Lingsun, Tianluozi, and... Brother Zhai Kong is not here."

Apart from these renowned Golden Core powerhouses, there was another person who left a deep impression on Zhao Sheng; a man of handsome appearance, sitting closest to the central main seat, clad in a profound abyss-colored robe, with rich treasure light. The robe’s surface continually manifested a myriad of creatures including beasts, birds, demon ghosts, and various other life forms—it was all-encompassing, nothing it did not contain.

Upon seeing the two arrive, this person did not even spare Zhao Sheng a glance, focusing solely on Saintess Ling Luo beside him, his eyes sparkling intently without wavering.

Saintess Ling Luo couldn’t help but let out a soft hum, and Zhao Sheng felt a stir in his heart, transmitting his voice to her: "Who is that person, and why have I not seen him before?"

Saintess Ling Luo hesitated for a moment before responding: "That pervert is Xin Baiqin from the Ghost Witch Sect."

"Oh?"

Zhao Sheng had heard of Xin Baiqin; the Witch God Sect was also quite renowned.

The Ghost Witch Sect originated from Stone State, starting with the witchcraft that was popular during the ancient tribal era. It is said that during ancient times, the Netherworld was also known as the Sky Witch Realm,

where ancient witch shamans worshipped the Heavenly Dao and regarded Heaven as a ghost. Thus, the Ghost Witch Sect is essentially the Sky Witch Sect.

To this day, the legacy of the Sky Witch has already declined, and the power of the Ghost Witch Sect is confined to a corner of Stone State, struggling to survive, never to return to its glory of tens of thousands of years ago.

Xin Baiqin was the most outstanding disciple with the highest Talent within the Ghost Witch Sect for the past three hundred years, not just because of his formidable personal strength, but more so because of his lascivious nature; he even liked to cook and eat the person he loved, claiming it was to integrate with his lover.

No wonder Ling Luo was so extremely disgusted by him, calling him a pervert.

Zhao Sheng’s thoughts raced, and after exchanging a glance with Ling Luo, he ceased to speak further and stepped into the hall.

As thousands of low cases came into view, Zhao Sheng’s gaze swept over everyone, noticing Xiao Jiuke nodding slightly towards him.

Zhao Sheng’s eyes flickered, and he walked over to sit down on a cushion beside a randomly chosen low case. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

Saintess Ling Luo hesitated for a moment, eventually sitting down unwillingly on a cushion next to Tianluozi.

Although she didn’t get along with Tianluozi, in the end, they were both from the Black Sky Sect and had to band together like Zhao Sheng to prepare for an uncertain future.

At that moment, Zhao Sheng turned his head towards Xiao Jiuke, silently transmitting, "Senior Xiao, you’ve been invited here as well, but why don’t I see Brother Zhai Kong? Could something have happened to him?"

Xiao Jiuke responded: "Junior Zhao needn’t worry. Zhai Kong is cautious and his strength is also above average; he shouldn’t have run into trouble. In my view, not everyone can come to this Rebirth Hall, there must have been some careful selection. That Zhai Kong has no fate to be here might be a good thing."

Zhao Sheng sneered inwardly at his words but said nothing more, casually asking, "Brother Xiao, do you have any plans?"

"The situation is unknown at the moment, so no rash actions should be taken. Let’s first see what kind of person the Sect Leader is, and understand his intentions before making decisions. Junior, you need to be careful; if something unexpected happens later, I might not be able to look out for you."

Xiao Jiuke’s frankness took Zhao Sheng by surprise. He nodded slightly to show his understanding, then fell silent.

An hour swiftly passed, and only one or two more people entered the hall, just barely filling thirteen seats.

Zhao Sheng observed coolly that everyone who came to the Rebirth Hall was exceptionally strong, the majority at Perfect Golden Core, and the rest at the very least Late-stage Golden Core, with only Zhao Sheng openly displaying as a Golden Core Middle Stage.

This also made him the focus of everyone’s attention to a certain extent.

Many astute people had already guessed that someone seemed to be deliberately hiding his abilities, his cultivation not as low as it seemed on the surface.

After a while, spirit light suddenly emerged on the principal seat at the very front, and then a figure appeared before everyone.

All heads turned to look.

However, the figure was indistinct and blurred, as though disconnected from the world, not belonging to the realm of the living.

Only a pair of eyes, black as the abyss, with dim and murky fog swirling incessantly within them, as though all the negative and deathly energies from the gates of the Qiu Ling Sect were contained within those eyes, or perhaps as if numerous secrets were buried inside.

It wasn’t until a clear sound resonated beside their ears that everyone came to realize: "Very well, you are all the chosen talents of the moment."

"This presence had been slumbering in dreams, oblivious of the years passing by, and the sect has long been isolated from the outside world. To wake today and see the sect’s vigor, teeming and bustling, fills me with great joy."

There was nothing unusual in the way this person spoke, but it drew the entire hall into an eerie silence, so quiet that even a needle dropping to the ground could have been heard.

All the Golden Core Masters present were experienced and knowledgeable. Given the appearance of the person and the vast difference in strength, they simply could not discern the realm of this Sect Leader.