NOVPUBThe robe was pure white in color, with the two big characters for "True Martial" embroidered on the back, and a crescent moon pattern on the chest.
The entire robe was woven from the silk of the Everlasting Silkworm, feeling very warm and soft to the touch.
When the sun enveloped the world once again, a new day also began anew.
With the services of the two maidservants, Chun Xiao and Xia Qiu, Xu Zimei had finished washing up.
He grabbed the Saint Heir’s robe with one hand and draped it over himself, and then, accompanied by Xiao Guizi, headed towards the location of the enthronement ceremony.
The morning breeze wafted through the tail end of autumn, as the weather gradually turned cooler.
Along the way, all those he encountered, whether common elders or core disciples, would greet Xu Zimei.
The status of the Saint Heir within the Sect Gate was lofty, even allowing them to sit on an equal footing with the seven Great Elders.
When Xu Zimei arrived at the site of the enthronement ceremony, it was already packed with people.
Nearly all of the disciples of the True Martial Holy Sect had gathered here.
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"From the time of our Ancestor, the True Martial Great Emperor, our True Martial Holy Sect has been established for over a hundred thousand years," Xu Qingshan, standing at the forefront, swept his gaze across the audience, his voice imbued with spiritual energy as he spoke loudly, "In these hundred thousand years, our Sect Gate has seen many figures worthy of being remembered by the era.
What makes me proud is that a hundred thousand years of setbacks and storms have not brought this behemoth to its knees, but instead have made it more cohesive and powerful.
However, we all understand that the glory of yesterday is ultimately in the past, and we must all move forward toward an even more resplendent future.
Our Sect disciple, Xu Zimei, has achieved an outstanding first-place position in the competition among the six Sects.
Also, according to the recent observations and discussions with the seven Great Elders, we have decided to confer the title of the present Saint Heir upon Xu Zimei.
I hope that he can shoulder the mission of the Saint Heir, ..........."
Listening to Xu Qingshan’s long opening speech, Xu Zimei felt somewhat bored.
Only when the speech was nearing its end did he slowly step forward.
He took the exclusive Token of Identity of the Saint Heir from Xu Qingshan’s hands, then turned around to face the dense crowd of disciples below.
His eyes blazed like torches; the breeze made his hair a bit messy, and his white robe danced gently in the wind.
"This is the best of times," Xu Zimei paused, a smile curling at the corner of his mouth as he spoke slowly, "because you will witness the arrival of an incomparably brilliant era, and you will become witnesses to magnificent history.
But it is also the worst of times, because you and I were born in the same era.
In my era, dragons must coil, and tigers must lie down.
Talented Disciples or evil beings, you will all fade under the brilliance of my radiance, Wu Geng, with no hope of standing out."
Upon hearing Xu Zimei’s words, the previously noisy crowd of disciples instantly quieted down.
Everyone looked at the young man at the front with some incredulity.
"You only need to understand one thing," Xu Zimei said to the disciples below in a calm tone, "I will carry the mandate of Destiny, and from now on, there will only be two Great Emperors in this world.
One called Xu Zimei, and the other called ’other Great Emperors’."
After Xu Zimei finished speaking, he looked around at everyone present, then turned and left.
At that moment, he was the center of attention. Everyone watched his retreating figure, silent.
What Xu Zimei had said was clear to all: this guy had great ambition indeed, aiming to distinguish himself from all the other Great Emperors.
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Let’s not talk about the stir these people made within the sect for now. On the second day after the Enthronement Ceremony, Xu Zimei bid farewell to Xu Qingshan and prepared to leave the Extreme West Region.
This time, he brought Xiao Guizi with him.
Now that Situ Goudan had grown up, Xu Zimei rode the little tiger, and together with Xiao Guizi, they left the True Martial Holy Sect at dawn. 𝔫𝖔𝖛𝖕𝔲𝔟.𝔠𝖔𝖒
There were many routes from the Extreme West Region to the core of the Eastern Continent, Xu Zimei chose to set out in the direction of the Hundred Thousand Mountains. Once they crossed the Hundred Thousand Mountains, they would directly reach the Eastern Continent.
The morning fog was still in a slumber, not yet awakened, as two figures slowly vanished into the mist.
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The Hundred Thousand Mountains lay to the east of the Extreme West Region, with mountain ranges that snake and spiral across the land.
It was precisely because the mountain range was so vast and immeasurable that the locals named it the Hundred Thousand Mountains.
Many tribes lived in the depths of these mountains, and these tribes used the monster beasts as their strength and totems.
Each tribe had its own monster beast that they worshipped, and hence outsiders collectively called them the Hundred Beasts Tribe.
Of course, they were different from the Half-Beast People of the Myriad Beasts Sect; they were pure humans.
Xu Zimei and Xiao Guizi traveled on, dust-covered, and after seven days on the road, they finally arrived at the foot of the Hundred Thousand Mountains before dusk.
"Saint Heir, let’s find a tribe nearby to rest for the night," Xiao Guizi said, "We can continue our journey tomorrow."
Xu Zimei nodded and said, "From now on, just call me Senior Brother."
The two entered the Hundred Thousand Mountains, and it was already November, with the north wind sweeping the cold currents from the other side of the mountains.
After running through the woods for about fifteen minutes on the Dark Heaven Tiger, Xu Zimei finally saw flickering lights not far away.
As they got closer, they realized it was a small-scale tribe, with a huge tiger statue placed at the entrance.
Right now, in front of the tribe, a group of people were gathered around a bonfire, singing and dancing as if celebrating something.
The group was just over a hundred strong; though not numerous, the atmosphere was still quite lively.
"Their totem must be the tiger," Xu Zimei said to Xiao Guizi.
As they approached, the people of the tribe also noticed these two outsiders.
"Hello," Xiao Guizi said to them with a smile, "We plan to cross the Hundred Thousand Mountains, and now that it’s getting dark, may we stay here for one night?"
"Where do you come from?" One of the elders in the group, who seemed to command a great deal of respect and had graying hair, stepped forward and asked with caution.
"We come from the Extreme West Region and wish to go to the core area of the Eastern Continent," Xiao Guizi replied.
The elder was silent for a moment before finally saying, "Alright, you can come in."
After Xu Zimei and Xiao Guizi entered, the elder glanced at the Dark Heaven Tiger behind them, bowed slightly three times, and the rest of the people also bowed three times in respect.
"This is one of the branches of the Tiger Tribe, and it’s rare for outsiders to come here," the elder said with a smile.
"It’s quiet when there are no visitors," Xiao Guizi replied.
"And it’s precisely because it’s too quiet that over the years, many young people from the tribe have ventured out into the outside world," the elder said, shaking his head.
The living quarters of the Tiger Tribe resembled tents, fashioned from a very special type of fabric.
