God Destroying Pearl

After the two walked away, Song Yun walked out from behind the ice ridge and continued to observe the situation in front of the Bingxue Sect's mountain gate.

Not long after, monks from all walks of life arrived one after another outside the Ice and Snow Sect’s mountain gate.

They were seen either alone or in groups of three or five, all with different expressions.

These monks walked up to the guards outside the gate of the Ice and Snow Sect one by one and handed over their invitations.

After verifying that everything was correct, the Ice and Snow Sect guard raised his hand and guided the monks through the blue light curtain that stretched across the mountain gate.

The light curtain is like a calm lake. When the monks step into it, ripples will appear on the light curtain.

The moment the monks pass through the light curtain, they will be covered by a faint blue light. Then the monks' figures will gradually disappear in the light curtain and enter the Ice and Snow Sect.

Suddenly, a deafening roar came from not far away.

"Roar……"

I saw a huge flying spirit beast roaring over with several monks on board.

This spiritual beast is covered with colorful scales all over its body, and its wings are several feet long when spread out.

After the spirit beast landed, several foreign monks dressed in strange costumes came down from it.

They have dark skin and wear all kinds of strange ornaments.

One of the people who looked like a leader of an alien race, holding an invitation, said in a not-so-fluent common language, "We are here to attend the ceremony for Senior Yan's promotion to the God Transformation Stage."

When the guard checked the invitation, he cast a curious look at their attire, and after confirming that it was correct, he guided them in.

After these foreign monks put away their spirit beasts, they laughed and stepped into the light curtain.

At the same time, a group of monks in black robes quietly appeared.

Their faces were stern and alert, and they hardly exchanged words with each other.

When the leading monk handed the invitation to the guard, the guard felt a cold breath.

After checking, the guard secretly wondered about the origins of these people, but did not dare to ask more questions. He just gestured for them to enter.

This group of black-robed monks passed through the light curtain like ghosts and disappeared from everyone's sight in an instant.

On the side, several young female practitioners came together.

They were smiling and wearing colorful clothes.

One of the playful female cultivators blinked her lively eyes and said to her companions, "I heard that the Ice and Snow Sect's God Transformation Ceremony is going to be very lively this time, and there will be a variety of rare treasures on display."

Another female cultivator chuckled and said, "Yes, maybe you can meet your ideal Taoist partner."

They handed the invitations to the guards with laughter and passed through the light curtain smoothly.

Song Yun hid aside and took in all of this.

As time went by, more and more monks came.

A middle-aged monk in a green robe frowned and whispered to his companion beside him, "Have you heard? This time, the Ice and Snow Sect is not just celebrating the emergence of a Divine Transformation monk in the sect, but also discussing the formation of an anti-demon alliance."

The companion nodded slightly and responded with a worried look, "Yes, I heard about it too. The demons of Snow Demon Island have become more rampant in recent years. I wonder what the Ice and Snow Sect's intention is in proposing to form an alliance at this time."

A young monk nearby interrupted curiously and asked, "Anti-Demon Alliance? If this alliance is formed, can it really fight against those monsters?"

The middle-aged cultivator snorted coldly and said, "Humph, who knows. However, the Ice and Snow Sect has a huge influence in the Snow Region, and a Divine Transformation cultivator has appeared. They took the lead in forming an alliance, so they must have their own plans."

Song Yun listened to their conversation and pondered in his heart.

It seems that this Spirit Transformation Ceremony is not as simple as it seems!

Song Yun looked up at the sky and saw that the sun was already high in the sky and it was almost noon.

After thinking for a moment, Song Yun decided not to delay any longer. He then cleverly concealed his powerful late Jindan cultivation, concealed all his edges, and only revealed the aura of the early Jindan.

After doing all this, Song Yun no longer hid his figure and walked towards the gate of the Bingxue Sect with confidence.

At this time, there happened to be three monks in front who were dressed simply and exuded the aura of an early Golden Core. They were holding invitations and passed through the blue light curtain smoothly.

Seeing this, Song Yun followed slowly.

After they entered, Song Yun calmly handed over the invitation from the Bingxue Sect.

The guard took the invitation, his eyes lingered briefly on Song Yun, and he carefully examined the runes and marks on the invitation. After a moment, he nodded slightly, indicating that Song Yun could pass.

Song Yun took a deep breath and stepped through the mysterious blue light curtain.

The light curtain rippled slightly, bringing with it a slight chill.

After entering the Ice and Snow Sect, Song Yun, together with some other cultivators who had just entered, walked along a wide ice path under the guidance of a disciple of the Ice and Snow Sect.

There are some ice plants planted on both sides of the ice track.

Soon, they arrived at a huge square in the Ice and Snow Sect.

The square is extremely wide, and the ground is paved with a whole piece of ice rock. It is as smooth as a mirror and reflects the white clouds floating in the sky.

There are many tables in the square, all of which are made of crystal clear spiritual ice, exuding a hint of coolness.

The table was filled with a variety of spiritual fruits and fragrant spiritual wine.

At this time, most of the tables were already full.

These monks were either talking in low voices or tasting spiritual fruits and fine wines. The whole square was filled with an atmosphere that was both lively and slightly tense.

Song Yun looked around, found a seat relatively far back, and sat down slowly.

Sitting at the table next to Song Yun’s left was a cultivator in the early Jindan stage.

This man was of medium build, with a thin face and a shrewd look in his eyes.

He saw Song Yun sitting down and took the initiative to say, "Daoyou, it is fate that we are fortunate to meet here today."

Song Yun responded with a smile, "It is indeed fate."

The two of them began to talk like this.

Through the conversation, Song Yun learned that the other party was called Bei Sanlian, and was from the Qingxue Sect in the Snowy Region.

Bei Sanlian had a rather forthright personality. After a conversation, he curiously asked Song Yun's name.

Song Yun was alert, but he did not reveal his real name. Instead, he said calmly, "I am just a casual cultivator named Lu Yunfei."

Bei Sanlian nodded slightly, and then asked Song Yun what he thought about joining the anti-monster alliance.

Song Yun had already made up his mind. After hesitating for a moment, he said, "As long as they are sincere in fighting against the demons and protecting our land, it's not a bad idea to join. After all, the threat from the demons is getting more and more serious. If we don't unite, I'm afraid we will all be unable to survive on our own."

Bei Sanlian couldn't help but laugh when he heard this, "Daoyou Lu is righteous, and these words are really admirable."

At this moment, three consecutive melodious bells rang throughout the square.

“Ding?…Ding?…Ding?…”

Just as everyone was either whispering to each other or waiting quietly.

I saw an ice-blue light suddenly flashing on the high platform in front. The light was so bright and dazzling that it attracted the attention of everyone present.

As the light gradually dissipated, the figure of an old man wearing an ice-blue brocade robe and with gray hair on his temples emerged clearly.

This person is Liu Zhendong, the leader of the Ice and Snow Sect.

Liu Zhendong has an upright posture and a calm look in his eyes.

Liu Zhendong glanced at the densely packed crowd below the stage, and a satisfied smile immediately appeared on his face.

Liu Zhendong raised his hands slightly, signaling everyone to be quiet.

Then Liu Zhendong said in a loud voice, "My fellow Taoists, today is a great day for the Ice and Snow Sect. I am so happy that you have come from afar to participate in the incarnation and promotion ceremony of our ancestor."

Liu Zhendong paused for a moment and then continued, "Without further ado, I declare that the incarnation and promotion ceremony of the ancestor of my Ice and Snow Sect has officially begun!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Liu Zhendong waved his hand.

In an instant, joyful music rang out in the square.

At the same time, a group of female monks dressed in colorful clothes, holding flower baskets, slowly fell from the sky.

They have graceful figures and pretty faces, and every movement they make is light and graceful.

The flower baskets were filled with colorful petals. As the female monks danced, the petals fluttered toward the platform, like flowers scattering from heaven.

The whole scene was dreamlike and beautiful.

Just as everyone was immersed in this wonderful atmosphere.

Suddenly, a powerful pressure came from the high platform in front.

This pressure was like a surging tide, spreading out in all directions with overwhelming force, making it hard for everyone to breathe.

A thin-faced old man in white clothes appeared. This man was Yan Siming.

Yan Siming stood on the high platform, his hair as white as snow, his clothes fluttering in the wind, and his eyes were deep, as if he could see through everyone's thoughts.

Everyone felt this powerful pressure and stood up subconsciously.

Some monks looked awed and lowered their heads slightly, not daring to look directly into Yan Siming's eyes.

Some of them looked nervous, with sweat on their foreheads, trying hard to resist the pressure brought by this coercion.

Song Yun was in the middle of it and also felt this powerful pressure.

Song Yun secretly compared them in his heart.

He is indeed a cultivator who has reached the stage of Divine Transformation, but the aura on his body is still much weaker than that of his Qingyun Sect’s ancestor Lu Feiyun.