In the platform shrouded in the mist of chaos, the gentle voice of the Chongming Sect leader came out with a slight smile: "Our sect's disciple Li Lieyue has ascended to the position of saintess."

"Fellow Taoists, please bear witness."

In the mist, several sighs with mixed emotions came out.

Immediately, an old voice sounded: "Tower of Samsara, today I witnessed Li Lieyue, the true successor of the Chongming Sect, climbing the blood ladder of all races, on the 9999th floor, taking the initiative to face all the geniuses of his generation alone, winning a great victory, and taking his rightful place.

Saintess, she truly deserves her name!"

Before he finished speaking, a dim light flew out from the mist and slowly landed on the bloody crown on Li Lieyue's head.

In an instant, the originally pure and integrated crown lit up with a flash of brilliance, and quickly condensed into a gemstone, which was set right on one side of the crown.

Soon, another clear voice came out from the mist: "Shengshengjiao, today I witnessed that Li Lieyue, the true successor of Chongming Sect, outperformed the others and looked down upon his peers. She deserves the position of a saint!"

After speaking, there was a little light, but it was not as fast as before. Instead, it floated. After touching the blood-colored crown, it evolved into another gem and slowly emerged.

Immediately afterwards, there was a woman's gentle voice: "Wushi Villa, today I witnessed Li Lieyue, the true successor of the Chongming Sect, ascending the blood ladder, defeating the arrogant, and practicing the blood throne. You should be regarded as a saint!"

The third point of dim light is dancing leisurely, Keng!

After a soft sound that seemed to be there but not at all, the blood-colored crown on Li Lieyue's head was already inlaid with three thumb-sized gems, which was overflowing with brilliance and brilliance.

At the same time, she felt that her recovery speed suddenly accelerated!

It didn't take long for Li Lieyue to return to her prime, but the magic power in her body continued to flow, like a long river flowing down. As the mighty power surged, her breath continued to rise... In just a moment, she entered the Yuan Dynasty.

Middle infancy!

While everyone was watching, the master of the Supervisory Hall continued to preside over the ceremony with a smile: "This generation of saints has assumed the throne. Everyone, congratulate my holy sect. There will be successors and long blessings!"

Above the sea of ​​clouds, the voices were like mountains and seas, saying in unison: "Congratulations to Shengzong, there are many successors, and your blessings will be long!"

Amidst the excitement and joy, the deep and vast hall that had appeared when the leader of the outer sect was confirmed appeared in mid-air again.

Countless life soul lamps were floating in staggered directions, like life flames flying in the sky, illuminating the monks with lower cultivation levels and lowering their heads to dodge.

There are figures sitting cross-legged on futons, leaning on cloud beds, leaning on small tables, or slouching in tents, with shadows emerging among them.

"Saintess Li Lieyue, enter the inheritance hall to pay homage to the ancestors!" Following the reminder from the supervisor of the hall, Li Lieyue slowly stood up, took a step forward, and disappeared from the saint's blood throne, appearing in front of countless lives floating in the air.

Inside the wide hall of the Soul Lantern.

This wide hall, which all disciples who entered the sect would see, slowly disappeared.

The Saintess Ceremony has slowly come to an end.

The next day.

The sky is slightly bright.

A maid in palace attire, her face covered with frost, hurriedly walked through the corridor of human bones.

She quickly came to the door of a quiet room. Before she could say anything, the door of the quiet room opened silently.

There were numerous bead curtains inside. Zhou Miaoli, who was sitting on the cloud bed, slowly opened her eyes and asked quietly: "What's the matter?"

"Master." The maid composed herself and said with some difficulty, "Just now news came from the Zhou family, saying that the head of the family opened an ancestral hall and removed your name from the family tree."

"I also expressly order that any of my disciples will not have any contact with you from today on."

"Several Zhou family disciples who were originally here to obey orders have already packed their bags and left."

"In addition, many of the disciples in the Thirteen Meridians who had surrendered to you have also made some changes..."

There were other things, but when the maid mentioned this, her throat was choked and she couldn't go on.

Zhou Miaoli listened, but her expression was calm: "I have been fighting with Li Lieyue for many years, and we have become the king and the loser. This is how it should be. I agree with the Zhou family's approach. After all, I am not of the Zhou family's blood, and I have always been educated by them.

We don't get along badly, there's no need for them to be buried with me."

"Master..." The maid was a little angry, but the master was not of the Zhou family's blood!

But over the years, how much benefit has the Zhou family gained due to the fact that the master, Si Hong, is of blood and has outstanding talent and is ranked as a true successor?

It turns out that the Zhou family is just one of the many vassals of the Si Hong family!

In terms of talent, power, and strength, everything is mediocre.

We are where we are today thanks to our master. Even if his master is kind and offers to cut ties with the Zhou family, the Zhou family actually has the nerve to agree?!

And all the disciples of the Thirteen Meridians are also ruthless!

The master is not an arrogant daughter from a noble family like Li Lieyue! Among all the subordinates, who has not benefited from the master? Even raising a dog, throwing in some leftovers every day, and wagging its tail

.And these people are so heartless and unjust...

She really couldn't swallow this breath and couldn't help but said, "Master, will you allow me to kill all the traitors?"

Zhou Miaoli glanced at her and said calmly: "Don't be impatient for a moment."

"..." The maid took a deep breath and calmed down as she was told. However, after trying hard for a while, she still felt unable to calm down. "Master, right now..."

"Wait." Zhou Miaoli interrupted her and ordered calmly.

Seeing this, the maid looked very angry, but she did not dare to say anything.

Stopping the maid's impulse, Zhou Miaoli immediately closed her eyes and continued to hone her magic power.

Over the years, she has seen through it all.

In the Holy Sect, or in other words, in this world, status, status, and power are all empty, and blood ties are not enough to rely on. Only strength is the foundation!

In the past, Zhou Miaoli had always been afraid of Li Lieyue. This was not only because of Li Lieyue's origin, Li Lieyue's talent, and Li Lieyue's cultivation and strength that had made her stand out among her peers since she was a child... more

It's because she is too afraid of being given up by Si Hongshi!

After all, although she is of the Sihong clan's blood, she has never been able to recognize her ancestors and return to the clan, and is not accepted by the mainstream Sihong clan members.

For this reason, Zhou Miaoli has always had a vague sense of inferiority and unwillingness towards her own life experience.

Competing with Li Lieyue is not only Si Hong's request, but also her own wish.

Because, Li Lieyue was exactly what she envied, the legitimate daughter of the three great aristocratic families, born noble, with impeccable bloodline, status, and status!

Unlike her, her position is awkward.

The situation is delicate.

However, after witnessing this holy lady who had been her enemy for many years, Zhou Miaoli's previous anxiety and worries disappeared.

In an unprecedented predicament, she calmed down like never before.

Even in the battle between saints, she had already lost to Li Lieyue.

But as long as she still has breath, Zhou Miaoli will not give up on herself.

A monk has a long life. One step ahead does not mean one step ahead!

She may not have a chance!

Thinking like this, Zhou Miaoli's whole body was no longer depressed, but more calm and solid.

There was even a slight change in his state of mind, but it improved a little bit unknowingly.

Near noon, there was a sound of footsteps in the particularly deserted Bone Pavilion.

A middle-aged man in rich clothes, with a brocade robe and jade belt, walked slowly through the corridor and appeared in front of Zhou Miaoli.
Chapter completed!