The Grand Ceremony Begins_2

No matter what methods they tried, no one could alter or control the trajectory of the golden snow.

It seemed almost intangible, as if it didn't belong to this world, untouchable until the moment it settled on the ground, where it could then be absorbed by those present.

"The mastery of that one is truly earth-shattering. Even the blessings he bestows so casually are beyond comprehension!"

After countless futile attempts, the cultivators could only marvel in awe, no longer daring to act presumptuously as they quietly absorbed the celestial energy.

A surreal scene unfolded across Central State:

On vast plains, in bustling immortal cities, atop grand sect halls, amidst serene rivers and soaring clouds—cultivators sat cross-legged, meditating.

Bathed in a faint golden glow, their auras steadily ascended, as if basking in an invisible sunlight.