He took out the letter again and saw that the signature on it was actually Yu Xuanji!

Immediately, my heart moved, I opened the envelope, and immediately saw a line of familiar handwriting:

"Liang said to my disciple:

I heard that the Antarctic Fairy Continent encountered a catastrophe that caused the destruction of all living beings. I and your uncle are also heartbroken. It is a pity that our cultivation is limited and we can only preserve one sect and cannot participate in this war...

Fortunately, all the heroes work together and fight bloody battles. Man can defeat heaven!

And when I heard that my disciples had turned the tide and secured victory, I was really overjoyed!

We, the Yungang Sect, have a sword immortal! The sect has never been established before, and your uncle and I can be regarded as a glorious sect!

Nowadays, the sect is prosperous, and the newly recruited disciples are all impressive. Your uncle and I are busy with the important affairs of the sect, and we really have no time to spare.

Although your uncle and I cannot be here in person for this succession ceremony, we will burn incense and cook wine in the south to celebrate you from a distance!

Wish you a prosperous fairyland!

Master, Yu Xuanji."

After reading the content of the letter, Liang Yan's eyes showed emotion.

Unexpectedly, after so many years, the former Yungang Sect teacher still cares about him.

He took a deep breath, turned around, faced south, and bowed respectfully three times.

"It's almost time, everyone outside is waiting." Wu Xin walked over with a smile.

"Um."

Liang Yan nodded, and his expression soon returned to calm.

"I'm leaving."

"etc!"

Wu Xin said, taking a step forward and tidying up his clothes one last time.

She looked at it carefully for a moment, and for some reason, there was a tear on her bright smile.

"Go..." Wu Xin said gently.

"Um."

Liang Yan took a deep look at her, turned around and walked towards the main entrance of the palace without stopping.

This road is very long, as if walking through darkness.

Boom!

Liang Yan reached out and pushed open the magnificent door.

In an instant, the sun came in like a flood!

In the square outside, thunderous cheers rang out, like a roaring mountain and a tsunami, one wave after another!

From inside to outside the door, there are simply two worlds.

In the bright sunshine, Liang Yan squinted his eyes.

I saw a staircase made of crystal in front of me. There were ninety-nine steps in total. At a height of ten thousand feet, a white jade platform was suspended at the end of the staircase.

There is the ceremonial platform for him to succeed as the city lord!

Around the ceremonial stage, colorful clouds were lingering, fairy birds were circling, and melodious fairy music echoed in the air, as if to welcome his arrival.

Outside the door, there are a pair of boys and girls, standing on the left and right respectively.

When they saw Liang Yan coming out, they immediately saluted respectfully, then bent down and made a "please" gesture.

"City Lord, please come on stage!"

Liang Yan nodded slightly and said nothing.

Facing the colorful clouds and fairy birds, he stepped on the crystal stairs and walked step by step to the high-altitude ceremony platform.

The ninety-nine steps seem like his past.

When Liang Yan stepped onto the last staircase, his mind was slightly in a trance.

Once upon a time, when he first came to Antarctic Immortal Continent, he was just a little-known casual cultivator, and he was even worried about how to pass the examination in Wushuang City.

Unexpectedly, just a few hundred years later, the casual cultivators back then would now stand at the top of Wushuang City...

However, this trance only lasted for a moment, and he regained his composure the next moment.

Stepping onto the podium, everyone was watching, and the cheers in Wushuang City reached its peak!

"The first step in succession is to bathe in the holy water and wash away the beauty!"

Suddenly, a loud voice was heard, and it was Wu Ci, the deputy city lord.

As the person presiding over the ceremony, he was standing on the podium waiting for Liang Yan.

Liang Yan looked at each other, nodded slightly, and then strode forward.

There were eight boys and girls on each side, all holding flower baskets with clear spring water floating in them.

Seeing Liang Yan passing by, they immediately sprinkled the spring water in the flower basket on Liang Yan, but Liang Yan did not dodge and allowed the spring water to pour on him.

Soon, Liang Yan passed the first ceremony.

He continued to stride forward, and saw a graceful female nun standing in front of him. She was wearing a pink dress, and she was like a lotus swaying in the wind. She was graceful and graceful.

But it was Xia Zhirong, the master of Linglong Palace.

She was holding a three-foot-long ruler in her hand. The ruler was like jade, with cloud patterns flashing on its surface, which looked very strange.

"City Lord, I'm offended."

Xia Zhirong bowed slightly and spoke softly.

Liang Yan smiled and said, "It doesn't matter."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Ci's loud voice sounded again: "The second step in succession is to follow the rule of Confucianism and Rule of Law!"

"One Ring: Kill mortals!"

"Second Commandment: Kill the monks in the city for no reason!"

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"Nine Commandments: Trouble the common people!"

There are nine commandments in total. Every time Wu Ci spoke one, the ruler in Xia Zhirong's hand lightly tapped Liang Yan's shoulder.

After nine clicks, Wu Ci nodded to Liang Yan.

The second ceremony was also passed.

Liang Yan strode forward and soon arrived at the center of the ceremony stage.

Looking around, I saw a sea of ​​people below!

Every mountain peak, every square, and even every attic is already filled with people...

Not only the monks from Wushuang City, but also people from various sects who came to congratulate me, and even casual cultivators from remote areas, they all came here because of his reputation!

Wushuang City has not had such a grand event for a long time!

Wu Ci came to Liang Yan with a smile on his face and a folding fan in both hands.

"This is the folding fan used by the Lord of Linghu City. After the death of the Lord of the City, this will be the token of my Wushuang City. Only the one who holds this fan can succeed the new Lord of the City."

After speaking, he bent down and lowered his head in front of Liang Yan, holding the folding fan in both hands and raising it above his head.

Liang Yan stared at the folding fan.

After a moment, he smiled slightly and reached out to take the folding fan.

brush!

Liang Yan shook the fan and unfolded it, only to see four big characters written in wild cursive on the front:

"Wind and Cloud Unparalleled"!

In an instant, a breeze blew up on the stage, and the clouds rolled and relaxed.

The aura of wind and cloud surrounded Liang Yan, making him look like a character in a fairy scroll...

Wu Ci looked solemn, took two steps back, and then knelt down on one knee.

"Meet the city lord!"

At the same time, all the monks in Wushuang City, including the masters of Shura, Linglong, Bihai, Zhengyang, and Yunjin Palaces, knelt down together at this moment.

"Meet the city lord!"

"Meet the city lord!"

"Meet the city lord!"

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Chapter completed!