Perfect: I am Shi An from Shicun, and I am Huang’s brother!

Chapter 417 Position and Main Branch
The old dean watched all this calmly, without urging anyone or showing the slightest pity or contempt.

Having reached his level, he had long been accustomed to rise and fall. The rise and fall of a lineage was no different from the changing seasons in his eyes. The reason he came today was not to see the Celestial Race make a fool of itself, but simply because the Celestial Race was related to his disciple, and out of affection for the Celestial Race, he felt a little reluctant to do so.

"senior······"

After a long silence, Qi Tuocai seemed to have exhausted all his strength. His voice was dry and hoarse, with a hint of pleading: "Is there still a way for my Celestial Race?"

These words seemed to drain all his strength. This dignified Heavenly God Realm expert was now hunched over, looking just like an old man in his twilight years.

But the old dean did not answer immediately; instead, he turned his gaze outside the hall.

There, the Celestial Race's sacred mountain still stands majestically, shrouded in clouds and mist, yet it inexplicably exudes an air of decline.

"Disorder has arisen across the three thousand continents, but great opportunities also lie within the chaos."

The old dean's voice wasn't loud, but it was like a resounding bell, dispelling the oppressive silence in the hall.

His gaze swept over Qi Tuo, Qi Xia, and the other dejected high-ranking members of the Celestial Race, and he slowly said, "The old overlords have fallen, and the order has been reshaped. This is both a crisis and an opportunity for rebirth. The key is whether we can seize that one that has escaped."

Upon hearing this, a faint light flickered in Qi Tuo's cloudy eyes. He took a deep breath, bowed again, and lowered his posture to an extremely humble level: "Please teach me, senior! The entire Celestial Race will forever remember your great kindness!"

The others also mustered their spirits and looked expectantly at that figure as deep as the sea.

However, the old dean still did not answer directly. Instead, he turned to look at Shi An, who was sitting quietly to the side, and said, "My disciple and the noble Yun Xi are bound by fate."

"Ok?"

As soon as the old dean finished speaking, Qi Tuo, Qi Xia, and other high-ranking members of the Celestial Race were stunned, and their gazes involuntarily focused on Shi An.

The initial bewilderment quickly faded, followed by surprise, scrutiny, and a fleeting, overwhelming joy born from being forced into a desperate situation.

If before, people did not know who the disciple of the former dean of the Heavenly Immortal Academy was, then after the day when the Willow God announced it to the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, there was no one in this world who did not know who Shi An was.

The other party is not only a Daoist disciple of the Heavenly Immortal Academy and the old dean's personal disciple, but also the disciple of the Willow God who suppressed the remnant immortal!

If the Celestial Race can establish a relationship with such an existence, then even if the protector falls and the old Celestial does not return, the Celestial Race may not necessarily decline, and may even take this opportunity to advance further!
As he thought about it, Qi Tuo felt his blood freeze instantly, then suddenly boil over. The icy chill that had been swallowed by despair was now replaced by a shock and ecstasy that was almost suffocating.

A startling light suddenly burst forth from his cloudy eyes, and his body, which had been hunched over due to the fall of his protector, straightened up slightly in an instant. The look he gave Shi An was no longer pure awe, but rather an indescribable fervor and anticipation!
The other high-ranking members of the Celestial Race inside the hall, whether they were limp or barely holding on, all looked up as if struck by lightning, their gazes fixed intently on Shi An.

Qixia Heavenly God knelt on the ground, his body trembling slightly. It was not out of fear, but out of excitement at discovering a glimmer of hope in a desperate situation!
So that's where the road was!

The Celestial Race's protector has fallen, their ancestor is far away in the desolate borderlands, a great calamity is imminent, and they are surrounded by wolves... Just when the Celestial Race was in turmoil, they unexpectedly encountered such a being with a background that reached the heavens.
Moreover, this relationship was actually established through a small, long-neglected branch of their clan in the lower realm—the Yun clan.
Their Yun clan had become the only link connecting the Celestial Race to this immense relationship!

In an instant, countless thoughts churned in everyone's minds.

After a long while, Qi Tuo took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the raging storm in his heart, and bowed to Shi Anshen. His posture was even more respectful than when he had bowed to the old dean, and he even carried a hint of humility and respect that he himself did not realize, saying, "So it is Young Master Shi. I was rude earlier."

Qixia Celestial God and the other high-ranking members also came to their senses, stood up in unison, bowed to Shi An, their eyes filled with eagerness and expectation. They knew in their hearts that the fate of the Celestial Race might at this moment rest on the decision of this young junior.

Seeing this, Shi An slowly stood up, his robes fluttering even without wind.

His gaze was calm as still water, yet it made all the high-ranking members of the Celestial Race present feel an invisible sense of pressure.

"Yunxi is my Daoist partner, and the Celestial Race is his maternal race, so I naturally won't watch him perish. But all of this depends on your sincerity. If you treat me with sincerity, I will not stand idly by."

His voice wasn't loud, but every word was like thunder, striking the hearts of every high-ranking member of the Celestial Race.

Upon hearing this, the Celestial God Qixia's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he immediately stepped forward: "Young Master Shi, rest assured, Yunxi is of the bloodline of my Celestial Race, and her Daoist partner is naturally the most honored guest of my Celestial Race!"

Qi Tuo made a decisive decision: "Send down the order to immediately welcome the Yun family into the core area of ​​Tianren City and treat them the same as the main family!"

"Yeah."

Another high-ranking official quickly echoed, his voice urgent and somewhat obsequious: "Not only that, but we must also rebuild the ancestral hall for the Yun clan and worship our ancestors with the most solemn rites to demonstrate their lofty status in our Celestial Race."

Immediately afterwards, the other senior executives also realized what was happening and began to speak up.

"Yes, yes, yes, allocate three more 'Amethyst Sky Ships' and bestow elder tokens upon Yunxi's parents, granting them the privilege of receiving offerings from the direct lineage!"

"On another auspicious day, we will invite the ancestral artifact 'Celestial Mirror' to shine upon the entire clan and proclaim to the Three Thousand Continents—from this day forward, Yunxi is the 'Celestial Maiden,' holding a position equal to the Young Master. Seeing the mirror is like seeing the Old Celestial!"

Commands came out one after another from the high-ranking members of the Celestial Race, like a machine gun, crisp and decisive, without the slightest hesitation.

With each utterance, a true god within the hall would bow in obeisance, transforming into a divine rainbow and soaring into the sky, as if afraid of being even a moment too late.

The old dean sat in the main seat, watching the scene calmly. He was not surprised by the reaction of the Celestial Race.

Shi An's expression remained calm and unchanged.

Having lived in this world for thirty years, he had long understood that in this dog-eat-dog world, only by demonstrating sufficient strength and background could one earn the respect and awe of others.

Today, he is determined to use his own identity to fight for Yunxi and her maternal clan—the Yun clan—to secure a rightful place for themselves among the Celestial Race.

A series of urgent edicts from Qi Tuo, Qi Xia, and other high-ranking officials of the Celestial Realm were like a red-hot iron being struck on a cold anvil, stirring up a silent buzz in the quiet Celestial Realm.

The significance it contained was crystal clear: it was not only an elevation of the Yun clan's status, but also a gift from the Celestial Race—the only lifeline they could grasp at this moment.

Divine light flashed frequently outside the hall, clearly indicating that the true gods, having received orders, were carrying out those instructions concerning the fate of their race at top speed.

In an instant, streaks of divine light shot into the sky from the core area of ​​the Celestial City, rushing in all directions, announcing that the Celestial Race was about to usher in an unprecedented grand event.

(End of this chapter)