There were too many palace maids and imperial concubines present. They were all standing in front of the Imperial Ancestral Temple. There was an endless sea of people as far as the eye could see. All of them were members of the royal family, and no one knew how many people had gathered here. In contrast, the nobles and ministers were the minority, not even one-tenth of the royal family.
After all, this was a grand ceremony of the royal family. The nobles and ministers were only here as spectators.
Only the Three Ministers, Nine Ministers, Eighteen Marquises, and the Divine Monarch could stand in the front. The other noble geniuses, madams, and daughters could only stand more than ten miles away, gazing at the majestic Imperial Ancestral Temple from afar.
Feng Feiyun was only the successor of the Divine Monarch, so he could only stand in the back and wait for the summons.
Feng Feiyun had no interest in this kind of ceremony. Instead, he kept glancing at Dongfang Jingyue. Even Dongfang Jingshui noticed Feng Feiyun's gaze. However, Dongfang Jingyue acted as if she couldn't sense Feng Feiyun's existence. Her beautiful eyes were still coldly staring at the Imperial Ancestral Temple like a proud swan. She simply didn't see the toad Feng Feiyun looking at her from the ground.
"There's something wrong with this damned woman today!
She didn't even glare at me. Could it be that after fusing with the white jade ship, her brain was fried? "
Feng Feiyun felt sad. He couldn't suppress his curiosity. He secretly grabbed a snowball from the ground and gently squeezed it. He looked around to make sure no one was paying attention to him, so he quickly threw the snowball at the back of Dongfang Jingyue's head.
No one dared to release their divine sense in the Imperial Ancestral Temple, so no one really noticed Feng Feiyun's little action.
"Bang!"
The snowball directly smashed into Dongfang Jingyue's head. Snowflakes stuck to her hair, and some even rolled down her slender, snow-white neck into her white clothes.
Feng Feiyun was very happy. He quickly turned his head and stood up straight. He stared at the Imperial Ancestral Temple as if it had nothing to do with him.
Feng Feiyun looked at her from the corner of his eyes and found that Dongfang Jingyue finally turned her head and glared at him with her beautiful eyes.
Feng Feiyun tried to hold back his laughter. He didn't know why, but his heart was blooming with joy. Being glared at by her, he felt much better.
At this time, nine bells rang out in the Imperial Ancestral Temple. The head of the Nine Ministers, Feng Chang, was in charge of the rituals and sacrificial documents of the ancestral temple. This old man stood under the giant cauldron and began to make a long and ancient oath.
Everyone withdrew the Spirit Qi in their bodies to show respect to the ancestors of the imperial family.
Feng Feiyun yawned as he listened. Suddenly, he rolled his eyes and decided to tease Dongfang Jingyue again. He secretly scooped up a handful of snow from the ground, but just as he bent down, his head was hit by a big ball of snow, making a "bang" sound.
Feng Feiyun suddenly stood up and looked around. Everyone was standing neatly. He didn't know who had just attacked him.
Feng Feiyun glanced at Dongfang Jingyue and found that this damned woman was standing very straight. She still looked as if she had finished everything and didn't move at all.
Feng Feiyun felt a little depressed. The most annoying thing in the world was to scheme against someone and get tricked instead.
Feng Chang finally finished his long speech. Then he raised his voice and said in a loud and clear voice, "Seventh Prince, Eighteenth Prince, Seventy-Second Prince, Feng Feiyun, come to the Imperial Ancestral Temple to accept the ceremony."
An old eunuch had specially taught Feng Feiyun the process of accepting the ceremony at the Imperial Ancestral Temple last night at the Divine King's estate.
The Seventh Prince, Eighteenth Prince, and Seventy-Second Prince had already walked to the bottom of the Imperial Ancestral Temple. Only Feng Feiyun was left.
Feng Chang frowned slightly and said in a clear voice, "Summon Feng Feiyun, come to the Imperial Ancestral Temple to accept the ceremony."
In the Imperial Ancestral Temple, one's cultivation, divine sense, and facial features had to be sealed. No matter how strong one's cultivation was, they would be like an ordinary person. Feng Feiyun was standing more than five kilometers away. It would be strange if he could hear what that old fellow was saying.
Feng Feiyun was still trying to figure out who had sneak-attacked him. This time, he vaguely heard the voice. When he saw everyone staring at him, he didn't feel embarrassed at all. In any case, he was thick-skinned. If they stared, then so be it!
Only then did he walk out without a blush on his face. He held his head high and puffed out his chest. He looked dignified, showing off the elegance of the Divine King's successor …
"Bang!"
It was unknown who tripped Feng Feiyun, but he lost his balance and directly fell to the ground.
Dongfang Jingyue was still standing there calmly. She didn't even look at Feng Feiyun, who had fallen beside her. Her beautiful eyes were still staring straight at the direction of the Imperial Ancestral Temple. She had no intention of helping Feng Feiyun up.
Everyone was already laughing. Many people were thinking in their hearts that the demon's son was too weak. He could even trip while walking. Moreover, this was a grand ceremony like the Imperial Ancestral Temple. This was simply a disgrace to the Divine King.
"Honorable ancestors of the royal family, please accept a bow from this junior, Feng Feiyun."
Feng Feiyun's expression was solemn and respectful. He calmly stood up and smiled brightly at the noble young ladies and geniuses: "The custom of my hometown is to kowtow before the graves of the elders. The spirits of the elders need to be respected and respected by us."
"Honorable ancestors of the royal family, please accept a bow from this junior, Feng Feiyun." Feng Feiyun said and directly fell back down.
At this time, he heard Dongfang Jingyue's faint laughter: "This is the Imperial Ancestral Temple. It's dedicated to the golden bodies of the royal family's ancestors, not the imperial tombs of the royal family's ancestors. Where did the spirits come from?
Idiot. "
After hearing this, Feng Feiyun's old face turned red and black lines appeared on his forehead: "Stupid Dongfang Jingyue, today's enmity, I will definitely pay you back double."
Feng Feiyun was sure that it was Dongfang Jingyue who tripped him earlier. If it wasn't for her, Feng Feiyun wouldn't have bothered to kowtow to the royal ancestors.
Feng Feiyun stood up again and slightly glanced at Dongfang Jingyue. He found that this girl still had a serious expression and didn't even look at him. She was as arrogant as a peacock.
"Honorable ancestors of the royal family, please accept three bows from this junior, Feng Feiyun."
Feng Feiyun was not embarrassed at all after the three bows. His sleeves fluttered in the wind as he walked towards the Imperial Ancestral Temple under the watchful eyes of the crowd.
Inside the ancestral temple sat eight old men with white hair and beards. They all nodded in satisfaction.
If one wanted to become the successor of the Divine King, then one naturally had to respect the royal ancestors. Feng Feiyun's performance satisfied the ancestors. At the very least, the first impression was good.
Beiming Moshou quietly sighed: "The Divine King is really good at teaching, he really does have some skills!"
"Not at all, not at all. Feiyun has always been a respectful and courteous child." The Divine King smiled.
"Wait until we come out from the sacred ground of the royal clan."
Moshou's eyes flashed with a dark glint. He had planned many times that Feng Feiyun wouldn't be able to pass and would die in the sacred ground.
According to Moshou's calculations, Feiyun couldn't become the next Divine King. The real successor was already chosen from the three princes.
The seventh, eighteenth, and seventy-second princes were waiting for Feng Feiyun at the bottom of the white jade stairs. The four of them climbed the stairs together after Feng Feiyun arrived and completed the ceremony. They then cut their wrists and dripped their blood into the cauldron.
Their blood energy boiled inside and turned into a bloody cloud.
Feng Chang shouted: "Ceremony complete, open the sacred ground!"
At this time, the clouds above the Highest Shrine trembled. The sky turned into a huge mirror that reflected another world. Four rays came down. Feng Feiyun and the three princes disappeared from the cauldron.
"Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Whoosh! "
From start to finish, Feng Feiyun didn't see the Jin Emperor. The number one of the Jin Dynasty had already stepped on the path to the royal sacred ground.
This was a deep path with nothing on all sides. No one knew where it would lead to.
The three princes stood separately. All of them were kings of the younger generation, and their auras were abnormally powerful.
After leaving the Highest Shrine, they recovered their spirit energy and released their divine intents and senses. Not only were they hostile towards Feng Feiyun, they were also hostile towards each other.
This was a cruel competition on the same level as the Crown Prince. The one who could become the Divine King's successor wouldn't be eliminated. At the very least, they would be the number two in the Jin Dynasty.
On the other hand, the people that were eliminated could only cultivate in secret, and they couldn't touch the Karma Divine Artifact any longer. How could proud and arrogant geniuses like them be willing to accept this?
If it wasn't for the brilliant Long Shenya and Long Luofu from the royal family, they would have wanted to compete for the Crown Prince position.
"So the royal sacred ground isn't in the Jin Dynasty, it's in a Secret Realm in a spatial crevice." Feng Feiyun could feel the aura of a Secret Realm while walking on the path.
Regardless of whether it was a low-level, mid-level or high-level secret area, none of them could produce spiritual energy on their own. Thus, when cultivators entered a secret area, they would have to cherish the spiritual energy within their bodies and not waste it carelessly.
However, Feng Feiyun wasn't afraid. He had enough spirit stones on him so he wasn't afraid of running out of spirit energy.
The moment Feng Feiyun stepped into the royal sacred ground, he was certain that this was an intermediate Secret Realm.
The Beast Soul Realm in the Wanxiang Pagoda was a low-level Secret Realm. It was boundless with a length of more than ten thousand miles.
An intermediate Secret Realm was much more stable than a low-level Secret Realm. It was ten thousand to one million times bigger than a low-level Secret Realm.
Converted to the length, width, and height of the space, the square is actually only a few dozen to a hundred times.)
An intermediate Secret Realm still didn't have a stable ground or sky. However, there were floating continents.
Of course, if they weren't developed yet, they wouldn't be able to give birth to living things. They would wither without a single drop of water.
However, this sacred ground had been developed by the royal family for many years. More than half of the dynasty's six thousand years of history was in this sacred ground.
This intermediate Secret Realm had a total of twelve continents of different sizes floating in the air. Sometimes, two continents were tens of thousands of miles apart.
The largest one was eighty thousand miles long and forty-eight thousand miles wide.
The smallest one was six thousand miles long and five thousand four hundred miles wide.
The royal family had been in this Secret Realm for more than six thousand years, but they had only developed four continents. One of them was still under development while the other seven were uninhabited. The natural environment was so harsh that it could kill a first-level Heaven's Mandate cultivator in just one day.
The moment Feng Feiyun entered the sacred ground, he felt several monstrous auras engulfing him, causing him to feel an endless pressure.
There were several super experts in the sacred ground. Their cultivation was no weaker than a Divine King.