Endless Winter: My Camp Upgrades Infinitely

Chapter 1312: Chapter 429: Holy Platform and Offerings, the Fourth Xianyang Level, Astonishing Talent, Ritual Process (Part 3)

Xiang Liang swept his gaze toward the people in the front row, and upon seeing the Cold Beast patterns on their clothing, a strong fighting spirit instantly rose in his eyes.

The ceremony of the sect must be attended in full dress, so naturally, everyone was wearing the noble attire bestowed upon the conferment of their rank; the Great Xia’s Ninth-rank noble attire, in color, style, and material, were all the same, and featured wide-sleeved summer clothes in subdued red.

The way to distinguish the rank is by the Cold Beast pattern embroidered on the back of the noble attire.

Ninth Rank Snow Mane, Eighth Rank Frost Wolf, Seventh Rank Demon Sheep, Sixth Rank Teng Jiao, Fifth Rank Thunder Kui, Fourth Rank Demon Antelope, Third Rank Fire Tiger, Second Rank Blood Fox, First-class Vermilion Bird.

Xiang Liang had already tasted the various benefits of nobility, and naturally, his heart was set on climbing higher; a Ninth-Rank Xuanling Marquis was by no means his final destination.

“Those three Beast Kings seem to have just been slain, don’t you think?”

“Indeed, I hadn’t noticed earlier, the blood from their wounds hasn’t dried yet.”

“Three Beast Kings, has the Lord emerged from seclusion?”

“It must be! Who else but the Lord could achieve such a feat?”

“Xiang Fuhai and Mu Longhe, perhaps?”

“That’s possible. No, no, it’s uncertain whether their injuries have healed! How could they slay three Beast Kings so quickly, and all of different species?”

……

Though everyone was standing in five orderly rows, they did not stop chatting. Soon, someone noticed the abnormality in the offerings of the three Beast Kings on the high platform, and the others listened carefully and quickly engaged in heated discussions.

Three Beast Kings of different species, with wounds whose blood has not yet dried, clearly died not long ago, possibly tonight.

What does this imply?

Aside from the Lord Xia Hong emerging from seclusion, it seems there is no other explanation.

However, a few people in the front row, like Yuwen Dao, Yuan Cheng, and Xu Ning, had a peculiar gleam in their eyes, which clearly indicated other thoughts. But they were closer to Xia Chuan, so they didn’t whisper and simply stood quietly in anticipation.

The crowd did not stand for long. As the turbid moon in the sky gradually approached the central area, the time quickly reached midnight.

Xia Chuan, who had remained motionless above, suddenly sensed something, turned his head toward the direction of the west where the Star-picking Hall was located, and then solemnly addressed the crowd:

“Midnight has arrived; the sect ceremony begins!”

As soon as Xia Chuan spoke, all talk ceased immediately.

At the Great Holy Platform, silence instantly enveloped the place.

Hu……

A gust of wind sound came from above. Nearly seven hundred people present immediately noticed the surrounding temperature rising rapidly and instinctively turned to look toward the west.

Upon seeing this, their expressions instantly froze.

In the western sky, above the Star-picking Hall, Li Xuanling, dressed in white palace attire, was flying slowly toward the Holy Platform, left hand holding the Grand Prince Xia Yuyao, right hand holding the Second Prince Xia Yusheng, appearing as if a celestial being.

Li Xuanling’s unparalleled beauty is renowned in the Great Xia; even without elaborate adornment, she outshines the universe, let alone today, where she is clearly elegantly adorned.

Her pristine palace attire, upon approaching the light source, gradually transformed into a translucent blood jade color, with intricate lotus vine patterns embroidered using silver threads across the robe, subtly reflecting and exuding a natural nobility;

Her hair elegantly coiled up high, adorned with a gold hairpin holding pearls and a Vermilion Bird ornament. At the hairpin’s tail hung three long strands of bright pearl ornaments, swaying gently with the midair breeze before her smooth forehead without making a sound;

Her visage, fairer than the moon in the sky, her phoenix eyes deep and serene, as though holding the water of a thousand-year cold lake—calm and poised, it seemed she could peer into one’s soul with a single glance. As she surveyed the more than three hundred nobles below, her lips formed an extremely faint curve—this was not a smile but the habitual authority and confidence of someone long in power.

As Li Xuanling’s gaze swept downward, none dared to scrutinize the two princes but rather quickly lowered their heads and bowed. As soon as Li Xuanling landed above the Holy Platform, they hurriedly called out in unison:

“Congratulations to the Lady on achieving Xianyang Level, Great Xia for ten thousand years, Lady for ten thousand years!”

Li Xuanling arrived directly by flying through the sky.

What does this imply? How could the three hundred present not understand!

Lady Li Xuanling had made a breakthrough; from today onwards, Great Xia officially possessed its fourth Xianyang Level powerhouse!

Everyone, as they shouted out this phrase, became extremely excited, and all the heirs they brought instantly followed suit, shouting a second time.

“Congratulations to the Lady on achieving Xianyang Level, Great Xia for ten thousand years, Lady for ten thousand years!”

“There’s no need for so much formality, everyone, please rise.”

Li Xuanling was naturally in a good mood at this moment. Looking at the more than three hundred significant figures of Great Xia below, she smiled slightly and gestured with her hand, indicating for them to rise.

Upon hearing this, the crowd finally raised their heads, and upon doing so, their gaze was immediately drawn to Li Xuanling’s left and right—specifically, the two princes.

Upon seeing this, everyone’s pupils suddenly contracted, bodies trembled violently, reacting even more dramatically than when they saw Li Xuanling.

The two princes, too, were elaborately dressed today.

The Grand Prince Xia Yuyao, wearing a silver Mystic Simurgh Crown, with its tail adorned with silver thread butterfly ornaments; donned a petite summer dress in pure white, with two finely embroidered red Simurghs at the hem; from under the hem hung five or six strings of water-blue tassels, with silver thread embellishments across the dress; upon her feet were delicate shoes crafted from water-blue silk combined with silver thread.

This elegantly noble yet tasteful attire, complementing the three water-blue Holy Patterns at the center of her forehead, coupled with her visage bearing seven parts of Li Xuanling’s aura—a face of divine charm and youthful brilliance, akin to a celestial maiden mistakenly wandering into the human realm. It invoked admiration while inevitably eliciting feelings of inadequacy in the observers.