Endless Winter: My Camp Upgrades Infinitely Chapter 1312: 429: Holy Platform and Offerings, the Fourth Xianyang Level, Astonishing Talent, Ritual Process (Part 3)
Previously on Endless Winter: My Camp Upgrades Infinitely...
Xiang Liang cast his gaze over the front-row crowd, and the moment he spotted the Cold Beast designs on their robes, a fierce battle intent blazed up in his eyes.
Full formal attire is mandatory for the sect ceremony, so everyone naturally donned the noble robes awarded with their ranks; Great Xia’s Ninth-rank noble garments shared identical color, style, and fabric, consisting of wide-sleeved summer outfits in muted crimson.
Rank differences are marked by the Cold Beast embroidery on the back of the noble robes.
Ninth Rank Snow Mane, Eighth Rank Frost Wolf, Seventh Rank Demon Sheep, Sixth Rank Teng Jiao, Fifth Rank Thunder Kui, Fourth Rank Demon Antelope, Third Rank Fire Tiger, Second Rank Blood Fox, First-class Vermilion Bird.
Xiang Liang had relished the perks of nobility and yearned to rise even further; becoming a Ninth-Rank Xuanling Marquis was far from his ultimate goal.
“Those three Beast Kings look freshly killed, right?”
“Yes, I didn’t see it before—the blood from their injuries is still wet.”
“Three Beast Kings—has the Lord come out of seclusion?”
“Definitely! Who but the Lord could pull that off?”
“Maybe Xiang Fuhai and Mu Longhe?”
“Could be. No, wait, their wounds might not have healed yet! How could they take down three Beast Kings so fast, and from different kinds?”
……
Even standing in five neat rows, the assembly kept murmuring. Before long, someone spotted the oddity with the three Beast Kings' offerings on the high platform, drawing eager ears and sparking lively debates.
Three Beast Kings from varied species, wounds bleeding fresh—clearly slain recently, maybe just tonight.
What did that mean?
Nothing else fit but Lord Xia Hong exiting seclusion.
Yet front-row figures like Yuwen Dao, Yuan Cheng, and Xu Ning showed strange glints in their eyes, hinting at different ideas. Being near Xia Chuan, they stayed silent, just waiting quietly.
The gathering didn’t linger long. As the hazy moon overhead neared the center, midnight struck swiftly.
Xia Chuan, poised silently above, abruptly felt a shift, glanced west toward the Star-picking Hall, then proclaimed gravely to everyone:
“Midnight is here; the sect ceremony commences!”
His words fell, and chatter vanished at once.
At the Great Holy Platform, utter silence blanketed the area.
Hu……
A whoosh of wind echoed from overhead. The nearly seven hundred there sensed the air warming sharply and turned instinctively westward.
At the sight, their faces turned rigid.
High in the western sky, over the Star-picking Hall, Li Xuanling in flowing white palace robes drifted slowly toward the Holy Platform, cradling Grand Prince Xia Yuyao in her left arm and Second Prince Xia Yusheng in her right—like a divine immortal.
Li Xuanling’s matchless beauty echoed through Great Xia; bare of extras, she eclipsed the stars, and today she was clearly dressed with refined elegance.
Her spotless palace robes, nearing the glow, shifted to a sheer blood jade hue, woven with silver-thread lotus vines that shimmered softly, radiating innate majesty;
Her hair piled high in graceful coils, secured by a golden pin with pearls and a Vermilion Bird crest. From the pin’s end dangled three strings of gleaming pearls, swaying silently in the breeze across her flawless brow;
Her face glowed brighter than the moon above, phoenix eyes profound and still, like depths of an ancient icy lake—serene and commanding, one look piercing straight to the soul. Scanning the three hundred-plus nobles below, her lips curved ever so slightly—not quite a smile, but the ingrained poise and dominance of a long-time ruler.
As Li Xuanling’s eyes passed over them, no one dared eye the princes closely, instead bowing heads swiftly. The instant she touched down atop the Holy Platform, they chorused:
“Congratulations to the Lady on reaching Xianyang Level, Great Xia for ten thousand years, Lady for ten thousand years!”
Li Xuanling had soared straight through the skies to arrive.
How could the three hundred there miss the significance!
Lady Li Xuanling achieved a breakthrough today, granting Great Xia its fourth Xianyang Level powerhouse from this day forward!
The crowd erupted in excitement while chanting these words, and the heirs they had brought along quickly echoed the shout once more.
“Congratulations to the Lady on achieving Xianyang Level, Great Xia for ten thousand years, Lady for ten thousand years!”
“There’s no need for so much formality, everyone, please rise.”
Li Xuanling felt wonderful spirits right now. She glanced down at over three hundred key personages from Great Xia, flashed a faint smile, and motioned with her hand for all to stand.
At her command, the assembly lifted their heads at last, their eyes snapping instantly to Li Xuanling’s sides—to the two princes in particular.
This sight caused every pupil to shrink sharply, every body to quake fiercely, with reactions far more intense than those sparked by Li Xuanling herself.
The two princes were dressed in lavish splendor today as well.
Grand Prince Xia Yuyao donned a silver Mystic Simurgh Crown, its trailing end festooned with silver thread butterfly trinkets; she wore a dainty pure-white summer gown featuring two intricately stitched red Simurghs along the hem; dangling beneath the hem were five or six strands of water-blue tassels, silver threads weaving through the fabric everywhere; her feet slipped into refined shoes woven from water-blue silk and silver thread.
Such a regal and refined outfit paired seamlessly with the three water-blue Holy Patterns glowing at her forehead's core, alongside a countenance that echoed seven parts of Li Xuanling’s essence—a visage of heavenly grace and vibrant youth, resembling a divine fairy lost in the mortal world. It stirred profound admiration yet stirred inevitable self-doubt among those who beheld it.