Towards the Path of Heaven
Chapter 167

Under everyone's anticipation, the day of Tianji's arrival finally arrived. It was still early in the morning, and the entire Tianji Sect was filled with excitement. Countless disciples stood on the mountain at the border between the Northern and Southern Regions.

These disciples also looked up at the sky, as there were some elders floating in the air on both sides of the border. Flags flew high in their hands, and with an infusion of spiritual power, pillars of light shot up into the sky and shot towards the border.

After the light pillar of spiritual power merged into the boundary, the boundary that originally separated the Northern and Southern Regions gradually disappeared, and there was no longer any barrier between the Northern and Southern Regions!

However, even though the boundary was completely opened, it only covered a small space on the border. At the same time, there were many deacons guarding the territories of the Northern and Southern Regions below.

When the barrier was broken, Yan Chutian and the other Holy Sons of the Southern Region had a change in expression. Before long, an elder from the Southern Region called out to them and asked them to land on a platform that looked like a mountain that had been leveled by a gigantic sword.

Across, there was also a huge platform that had been leveled by a gigantic mountain in the Northern Region. Ten figures, both men and women, jumped onto it, and each of them had a proud expression on their faces. It was the arrogance that the disciples in the Northern Region always had towards the disciples in the Southern Region.

At this moment, the boundary had been opened, so a powerful aura lingering around the ten Northern Region Holy Sons surged and rushed towards Yan Chutian and the others.

Yan Chutian did not show any expression, but Xu Jian gave a cold snort. Clearly, he who had always been arrogant could not bear such humiliation.

However, even if Yan Chutian was expressionless, the Holy Son of the Northern Region still looked at him with disdain. In their eyes, Yan Chutian was merely a trash from the Southern Region. If he were in the Northern Region, he would be beaten to death like a dead dog.

And amidst this disdainful gaze, Yan Chutian felt a cold gaze. He looked back and saw that on the right side of the ten from the Northern Region, there was a white-faced young man with long hair who locked him tightly.

With such a gaze, it was hard for him not to associate this white-faced long-haired young man with the northern region's holy son who had openly looked down on him a while ago.

As Yan Chutian looked at him, the indifferent Mu Wan turned her head and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "He is the top Holy Son of the Northern Region, Jin Lan."

Yan Chutian did not answer Mu Wan, but Mu Wan did not answer either. The tacit understanding between them did not need to be expressed through words.

"Jin Lan?"

Yan Chutian silently pondered in his heart. This Jin Lan cultivation was not weak, being at the fourth level. Moreover, he should also have condensed spirit runes. However, even so, he was not obedient. The people who wanted to oppress him were already defeated by him.

After long staring at Yan Chutian, the white-faced long-haired young man, Jin Lan, finally turned his gaze away. He whispered something to the other young man beside him, seemingly completely ignoring Yan Chutian.

According to Jin Lan, it was already a great honor for him to pay attention to her. If he kept looking at her, he would pay too much attention to her. Why should he pay attention to the trash from the Southern Region that was no match for him?

But Jin Lan did not know that even though she had deliberately ignored Yan Chutian, Yan Chutian did not notice him at all. If Jin Lan found out about this, someone as arrogant as him might want to trample Yan Chutian ruthlessly under his feet.

On the high stage, the ten Holy Sons of the Northern and Southern Regions secretly acknowledged each other. But under the platform, the disciples of the Northern and Southern Region were not so calm. Both sides have been in a heated debate. Even if they usually did not support their Holy Son, they would naturally do their best to support their Holy Son in grand events like the Tianji Meeting.

It's a matter of which side they stand on.

And in such a battle of words, the Holy Son of the Northern Region was usually superior. Whether it was in terms of number of disciples or level of enthusiasm, the Northern Region surpassed the Southern Region. Especially since the disciples from the Northern Region were able to bring out the resounding battle results from the past Tianji Meeting, suppressing the Southern Region to the point where they were unable to raise their heads.

"Hmph, my Utara Region has many Holy Sons, and we can pressure your Southern Region to the point where you cannot raise your head at all times. This Tianji meeting would naturally be the same!"

"I think that your Southern Region should obediently disperse and join our Northern Region, lest you continue this kind of meeting that the outcome has already been established."

"Ha ha …"

An uncontrollable laughter accompanied by arrogant words rang out, sounding in the ears of the Southern Domain disciples. However, they were unable to find anything to deny this because what the Northern Region's Holy Son said was the truth. They did not know when it had started, but the Southern Region had always been suppressed by the Northern Region to the point of being unable to raise their heads, until they were suppressed until they were in their current miserable state.

But in the end, there were still disciples who stood out and said words in their hearts. But the words of these disciples only received a cold sneer from the disciples of the Northern Region.

Thus, all the Southern Region disciples looked towards the platform where their Holy Son was located. They understood that only by proving the strength of their Holy Son could they erase years of humiliation.

Unfortunately, most of these gazes were locked onto Luo Xue, Xu Jian, and the others. Almost no one looked at Yan Chutian. Actually, it's easy to understand. Although Yan Chutian had become one of the top Holy Sons, all the disciples thought that this was already the limit of Yan Chutian.

He probably wouldn't be of much use in a battle with the top Holy Son of the Northern Region.

Yan Chutian's expression remained calm as he sensed an unintentional meaning. This is within his expectations. He understood that most of the disciples did not consider him high right now. They even hated him because he did not respond to Jin Lan's insulting words.

But Yan Chutian did not expect that at this moment, the resolute voice of a young girl suddenly sounded from the crowd. He turned his head and saw that the source of the cheers was the girl he knew, Zhou Qing.

At this moment, Zhou Qing's face reddened as he shouted with all his might. He did not care about the reactions of those around him. He was silent in his own world.

Even Yan Chutian did not expect such a sudden situation. After being stunned for a moment, he forced a helpless smile. It seemed like he had yet to reach a miserable point in the Southern Region.

The girl's enthusiastic cheers seemed to have a strange charm that gradually infected some of the surrounding disciples. They also screamed and shouted loudly.

However, this situation made the disciples in the Northern Region flout him. The other disciples from the Southern Region felt extremely embarrassed and inevitably wanted to reprimand.

The atmosphere was silent until at some point, the figure of a white-haired old man suddenly descended from the sky under the escort of many elders. Yan Chutian could clearly sense that the cultivation of the white-haired old man might have reached Yuanying realm pinnacle and was only a step away from breaking through.

But from this, he knew that he was not the Sect Master of the Tianji Sect. A peak Yuanying expert was not enough to make a great power like the Tianji Sect into a second-rate power in the Central Plains.

Sure enough, at the next moment, an elder addressed him as Vice Sect Leader Zhu. He was definitely one of the two Vice Sect Leaders of the Tianji Sect.

After responding to the elders, Vice Sect Leader Zhu looked at the many disciples in the field. The Sect Leader and Vice Sect Leader were influential figures independent of the Northern and Southern Regions. Hence, regardless of whether they were disciples from the Northern or Southern Region, they were treated equally.

Hence, his dignified voice slowly spread out. "Murid of the Tianji Sect, the Sect Leader is still in seclusion. Therefore, I, Zhu Yun, will host this grand event of the Tianji Sect."

"Yes, Vice Sect Leader!"

Not only were many disciples watching the battle, however, but even the top Holy Sons of the Northern and Southern Regions on the two platforms and the elders beside Zhu Yun in the sky bowed slightly at this moment to show their respect.

Seeing this, Zhu Yun continued to speak. "Then, I, Zhu Yun, hereby announce that the grand event of the Tianji Sect has officially begun!"

"Top Holy Sons of the Northern and Southern Regions, listen up!"