162 Chapter 1 Golden Core_3

Cheng Shu didn't understand why his words elicited such a response. He quickly squeezed out a smile. "This is the good fortune of a sinned cultivator."

Very quickly, cultivators from outside the palace came to invite Lu Yuansheng to the ceremony.

Cheng Shu followed Lu Yuansheng. They made their way through the teleportation array and arrived at a destination with which Cheng Shu was previously unfamiliar.

Here was a boundless black swamp, with a statue that made a profound impression on him rising into the sky, sitting enshrined in the middle of the swamp.

Above the statue were twenty-four arms, and on each arm stood a figure radiating an aura that seemed unfathomably deep.

The sect hierarch of Tianmen Cult, Ning Daohuan, was at this moment seated atop the statue, looking down upon all beings.

Beneath him were the Tianmen cultivators dressed in their red and black Daoist robes, standing one by one in the swampy field.