Lingyuan Immortal

Chapter 709 Incense
As soon as he finished speaking, he gently waved the whisk in his hand.

"Rumble..."

There was a sound coming from the distant sky, and the sea of ​​clouds surged again.

A thousand-foot-long clear light descended from the sky and instantly sprinkled on the top of Daoshi Mountain.

Chen Mu and everyone else held their breath, quietly waiting for the incense burning ceremony to begin.

As the clear light shone down, they actually felt an inexplicable aura from it. Although it was only a tiny trace, it made their spiritual power surge like a tide, and their Taoist foundation became more and more solid.

Although Chen Mu had never experienced this, he had heard Yang Cheng and others mention it many times.

That inexplicable aura, which they called Immortal Charm, was a precious opportunity left for future generations by the sages of this world when they transcended tribulations and ascended to heaven...

After a while, the sword fighting platform suddenly roared, and as it rose higher, the bronze tripod on the dojo became more conspicuous.

In an instant, a high platform that seemed to be thousands of feet high, and a large bronze tripod with four legs and two ears suddenly appeared in the air, and ancient sounds echoed in the sky.

Hundreds of fragrant incense sticks burned long within, with smoke curling up, connecting to the supreme destiny and echoing the Taoist tradition of this world...

Immediately afterwards, some of the ten thousand feet of clear light separated and condensed into a heavenly stairway, extending infinitely from the top of the mountain towards the bronze cauldron.

Master Xuyun stared for a moment and said loudly, "What are you waiting for?"

The sound was melodious and reached the ears of Chen Mu and others.

Chen Mu remained expressionless and took the incense handed to him by Sun Zhiyan.

"Fellow Daoist Chen, please burn incense for Beiyuan!"

He looked up and saw that not only Sun Zhiyan, but also Taoist Tianxing and Taoist Xuancheng were excited, and even Hua Meimei and others were watching intently.

Beiyuan's "first incense stick" is sure to be the focus of everyone's attention...

Chen Mu took a deep breath and nodded deeply.

"Fellow Daoist Ao, Fellow Daoist Chen, please come in."

Taoist Mingchen smiled slightly, and his every move and gesture had the feeling of a host.

Ao Yin frowned slightly, feeling somewhat displeased with the appearance of his master, but he also knew that he was a member of the demon clan and it would be unreasonable for him to act unreasonably, so he nodded and strode forward.

At the same time, Chen Mu's heart was moved. He smiled while thinking, and also stood up and left.

The steps to heaven were wide, and the three of them walked side by side.

Everyone in the world was focused here, so no one had any superficial thoughts and they all approached Gao Ding step by step.

True Lord Xuyun took a decisive look and led all the True Lords to make way for the sky, and the world became clear.

The three of them walked higher and higher, until they reached a height of ten thousand feet.

Chen Mu looked up and saw everything going on in this world.

He suddenly felt emotional. Standing on the high platform, he seemed to be able to hear the whistling wind from tens of thousands of years ago.

But after listening carefully, there was no sound again...

Walking all the way to the front of Gao Ding, even Taoist Mingchen was excited at this time. He tilted his head and said, "Daoyou?"

Chen Mu and Ao Yin looked at each other and picked up the long incense together with him.

Since they are all the "first incense stick", there is naturally no distinction between first come first served.

The three of them stepped forward together, holding incense and shouting.

"Black and White Dao Palace."

“The demon tribe is cultivating in groups.

"All living beings in Beiyuan!"

The three of them shouted together: "Here we pay our respects to Heaven!"

As soon as these words were spoken, a breeze arose, and the three long incense sticks suddenly burned without fire, and wisps of green smoke rose up.

There was nothing else in Chen Mu's eyes except the long incense stick in his hand.

This fragrance was as light as nothing, yet it carried the fate of whether the Northern Plains immortal world could safely survive the demonic calamity. He raised his eyes and gazed, the burning intent reflected in his pupils, growing larger and heavier, until his pupils trembled slightly, as if unable to bear it, and then he came back to his senses.

It seemed like a long time had passed, but it also seemed like only a moment had passed.

Chen Mu did not pause any longer, but walked closer holding Changxiang, settled down at the position he had found in advance, and then slowly inserted it.

Everything went smoothly and Changxiang stood in the high tripod, with green smoke curling up and floating into the void.

In the darkness, Chen Mu only felt that the world seemed to be brighter, as if he saw a bit of spiritual light, floating down from an unknown place and imprinting on his eyebrows.

"Is luck tangible?"

He felt a stir in his heart, as this was different from the few details he had heard before.

"Impossible, how can luck have a physical form?"

He turned his head slightly to look, but found that Taoist Mingchen and Ao Yin did not have that mysterious spiritual light between their eyebrows.

"what happened?"

Chen Mu's thoughts raced as he was thinking hard, but then he noticed that the light in his eyebrows suddenly disappeared, leaving no trace.

"Fellow Daoist Chen?"

Taoist Mingchen, who had also finished burning incense, noticed the change in his expression and frowned, asking, "What's the matter?"

Chen Mu suppressed the urge to explore his own body, shook his head and said, "I just feel emotional..."

It was unknown whether the spiritual light was real or fake, good or bad, so how could he rashly tell others about it?

Taoist Mingchen naturally had no doubts, and even nodded with empathy, saying, "Fellow Daoist Chen has cultivated for over a hundred years and is already at the pinnacle of the Dao. After this matter is resolved, his path to the Dao will be limitless, so it's only natural that he would have some feelings..."

Ao Yin's eyes also flickered, and he chuckled softly, "What I said before was sincere. If Fellow Daoist Chen is interested, you can go to the Dragon Palace to meet us at any time."

Chen Mu smiled slightly, bowed and said nothing more.

Looking at the three new long incense sticks in the high tripod, the three of them bowed respectfully again, then signaled to the other True Lords and turned around and walked down the platform.

At this point, Kitahara's purpose of this trip has been achieved beyond expectations.

The change is not happening now, but in the next hundred years...

After the three of them walked down, Fairy Hanzhi, Wei Chu and Li Jianyi strode forward again and headed towards the Wanren Gaoding.

The former is naturally the legitimate "second incense stick", and the latter two are the results of discussions among the major factions.

The reason why Longxiangshan and Xianjianchi got the places was naturally because they paid a certain price.

But the exact price is little known...

The sky is filled with endless clear light, and human figures are intertwined below.

The ceremony proceeded bit by bit, and soon Yang Cheng and others came on stage to burn incense.

Hua Meimei kept mumbling to herself. Seeing that Chen Mu showed no sign of paying attention to her, she asked in a low voice with envy, "What does it feel like to go up there? Did any immortal items descend?"

Since Ao Yin had taken away the demon tribe's qualification to burn incense, he could only watch helplessly from below, feeling a little unbalanced.

Chen Mu didn't provoke him, but chuckled and said, "Qi Luck is a vague and ethereal thing, how can it feel?"

Hua Meimei snorted lightly, pretending not to believe it. She was about to ask again, but she saw the three people in the last round slowly coming down from the stage.

Upon seeing this, Master Xuyun waved his hand again, and the thousand-foot-long clear light vanished into thin air in the blink of an eye.

The sword-fighting platform also returned to its original position, and four beams of light flew out from it and poured into the nine-foot-high cauldron.

The fragrance remained unchanged, and the bronze cauldron remained unchanged, always suppressing the peak of Daoshi Mountain...

Putting aside the mysterious concept of luck, the conclusion of the sword-fighting event, which only happens once every hundred years, is enough to make everyone excited.

There was no need for the True Lords to make an announcement, as thousands of cultivators were already making a commotion.

Amidst the clamor, the figures of nearly thirty True Lords gradually faded. Elder Qin stepped forward and shouted, "It's been a difficult journey. Fellow Daoists, tonight Qingxu Immortal Residence is hosting a banquet to celebrate the prosperity of the Great Dao!"

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(End of this chapter)