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Bei Shenfeng stepped forward and announced loudly, "The ceremony is complete. Now, receive the crown..."

"Thump—"

As soon as the words were spoken, a bell rang out from the depths of the sacred land, resounding throughout the world.

The powerful figures present sensed an imperial aura emanating from the Myriad Transformations Imperial Weapon of the Big Dipper Holy Land, which was unconsciously vibrating.

Kitakami took out a hair ornament.

The entire piece is dark gold, with the center and hairpin shaped like a copper coin, engraved with the yin and yang symbol.

He solemnly placed the hair crown, custom-made for Feng Zhi, on his head with both hands.

As he settled down, Feng Zhi's aura surged, and the Great Dao Laws around him seemed to become more tangible.

That was the establishment of the Holy Son's identity, and also the blessing of the Holy Land's fortune.

From this moment on, he was the official Holy Son of the Big Dipper Holy Land, and every word and action represented the majesty of the Big Dipper.

"Greetings, Holy Son!"

Hundreds of thousands of disciples shouted in unison, their voices echoing throughout the entire ceremony hall.

Feng Zhi stood up and replied, "Greetings, fellow disciples."

Then he bowed deeply towards the direction of the Beidou and Feng family's banquet platform, and clasped his hands in salute to all the forces.

"Feng Zhi greets all seniors and fellow practitioners."

Everyone stood up to return the greeting.

Even the holy masters and family heads of the extreme forces are no exception.

This wasn't to give Feng Zhi face, but rather to give face to the two behemoths behind him.

Sitting in the Tian Shu seat, Li Yixing returned the greeting while muttering to himself:

"This spectacle is even grander than when I succeeded to the throne..."

The starlight figure beside him nodded, seemingly in agreement.

Seeing this, Li Yixing was filled with anger and made a move to strike.

……

Feng Zhi walked to Bei Shenfeng's side and stopped two steps away from him.

Bei Shenfeng raised the corner of his mouth.

This kid is just what I want.

He looked around and said loudly:

"Thank you all for attending. Your presence is an honor. Without further ado, let's begin the banquet!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the maids who had been waiting outside the hall systematically served all kinds of delicacies to each table.

The atmosphere of a banquet gradually filled the stage.

Inside the hall, wine cups clinked and people chatted. Feng Zhi first went to the Beidou seat to pay his respects to the ancestor and offer him tea, then chatted with everyone for a while before heading towards his parents.

As soon as he arrived, a corner of the spiritual curtain was lifted.

Feng Ting jumped down from Feng Yuan's arms and ran towards him with her short legs.

"elder brother!"

Feng Zhi squatted down, and Feng Ting buried her face in his arms.

Feng Zhi patted her little head, took a low-grade spirit fruit from the table and put it into her hands. The little girl's eyes immediately lit up with a smile.

Then Feng Zhi bowed to Feng Yuan and the others.

He wasn't entirely ignorant in the side hall...

He knew everything about the Golden Crow Clan's arrival, the gifts from everyone, and Feng Yuan's words.

Feng Zhi was deeply grateful for the Feng family's support, and the estrangement in his heart dissipated considerably.

He silently etched this heavy sentiment into his heart.

He first poured a cup of tea for Feng Yuan, offering it with both hands, and then filled the cups for Feng Qian and the other elders in turn.

Feng Yuan took the teacup and watched his series of actions, a look of gratified smile appearing in his old eyes.

"Good, good, child, sit down and talk." Feng Yuan said "good" three times in a row, his old face almost overflowing with smiles.

Everyone smiled and nodded, patted him on the shoulder, and didn't say anything more. Feelings... take time.

Feng Zhi sat down next to Feng Yuan and put Feng Ting on his shoulder.

Seeing that the girl's face was covered in juice, Feng Zhi used his sleeve to wipe her face with practiced ease.

The members of the Feng family exchanged glances as they watched this scene.

Feng Yang spoke at this moment.

"Judging from your posture just now, I thought you were possessed by some powerful being."

"Isn't this making you look good?" Feng Zhi smiled and poured him a cup, only then realizing that he had forgotten to pour tea for his father.

Zhang Yu sat down next to Feng Zhi, straightened his robes, and gave him a word of advice:

"If someone challenges you to a duel later, be careful not to hurt them or yourself."

Feng Zhi smiled and replied, "Don't worry, Mother, I know what I'm doing."

He then turned his gaze to the sparring platform.

Those gazes, which had been fixed on him, hadn't left him for a single moment since he appeared.

From the direction of Yaochi, that icy gaze seemed to emanate a dense Yin energy, causing even Feng Zhi to feel a chill.

The Dao patterns in Jiang Xi's eyes were flowing, which was the Dao Embryo communicating with the Great Dao.

She had just sensed a very strange aura, which gave her a feeling she had never experienced before.

The Golden Crow tribe.

Bi Yang looked toward the Feng family's seats, toying with the wine glass in his hand.

He came to the Eastern Wilderness today to assess the worth of the human race's prodigies.

As a result, from the moment they took their seats until now, they were first shocked by the profound knowledge of these humans, and then overwhelmed by the true dragon's reverse scale.

Finally, the appearance of the Human Emperor's Body amazed him.

His old mentality had been worn down, replaced by an inexplicable fighting spirit.

The figure within the starlight of Tian Shu never revealed its true form, but Feng Zhi could sense that gaze was constantly trying to penetrate his barrier of destiny.

Feng Zhi picked up the wine glass on the table, raised it in the direction of the four pairs of eyes, and drank it all in one gulp.

A slight smile played on his lips. Want to see his true colors? Fine, there will be plenty of opportunities on the sparring stage later.

……

The banquet was halfway through.

Beishenfeng stood up, his voice drowning out the clamor in the hall:

"Ladies and gentlemen, the banquet is now halfway through. Next, we will begin the second part of today's ceremony."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the young faces in the hall.

"To exchange ideas and discuss principles."

The moment those four words were spoken, the atmosphere in the hall changed instantly.

The disciples, who had just been calling each other brothers, all put down their wine cups.

Those old monsters who had been resting with their eyes closed also opened them.

Everyone knows that this is the real highlight of today's ceremony.

Today's exchange and discussion, bringing together four individuals with unique physical constitutions from the human race, will determine the future direction of humanity.

Bei Shenfeng continued, "According to tradition, on the sparring stage, everyone must rely on their own abilities! We'll stop when we've reached our goal. Those who are interested may come up on stage themselves."

After he finished speaking, he sat back down, looking like he was watching a show.

The audience was silent for a couple of breaths.

One figure was the first to stand up.

It was none other than Gu Changfeng, the senior disciple of Beidou.

He clasped his hands in a fist salute to the four directions and said loudly, "Gu Changfeng is willing to offer a humble suggestion to everyone."

As soon as he finished speaking, he was already standing on the sparring platform.

Clad in white, his long sword, the Broken Army Blade, gleamed with undisguised sharpness.

A murmur arose among the Beidou disciples in the audience…

"Is the eldest brother going to perform again?"

"I hope Senior Brother won't be defeated in one move again..."

"Our senior brother is truly a role model for us all!"

"After losing to the Holy Son last time, Senior Brother went into seclusion for several days. It seems he has broken through!"

Gu Changfeng stood on the stage, his expression calm; he had indeed made a breakthrough.

After being suppressed by Feng Zhi's palm, he sat in the secluded room for a whole day.

He lost, but he understood and recognized his own shortcomings.

Feng Zhi showed him an even higher mountain, and what he needed to do now was to let everyone see how far Gu Changfeng, who had climbed up from the foot of that mountain, had come.

"Which fellow Daoist would like to step forward and offer their guidance?"

There was a moment of silence in the seats, then a figure stood up.

"The iron from Hundred Forged Mountain is heavy. Please give me your guidance, Senior Brother Gu."

A burly man with massive pectoral muscles strode onto the sparring platform, the ground trembling with each step he took.

He was the same Hundred Forging Mountain disciple whose mouth had been gagged by the elders. He was seething with anger and had nowhere to vent it, so he decided to take it out on a sparring match.