Chapter 22: The Ceremony of the Crown (Part 2)

  The golden elixir was directly swallowed by Zǐ Wēi, and in an instant, a massive pain spread throughout his body. A hot flow and a cold flow simultaneously attacked his upper and lower meridians.

  Zǐ Wēi's face contorted in agony, and his originally handsome face was now unrecognizable. The black hole in the sky slowly disappeared, leaving behind only a few scattered rays of light.

  The two flows, one hot and one cold, slowly opened up Zǐ Wēi's meridians, which had originally been as thin as raindrops. This was an extremely painful process, and even Zǐ Fēng couldn't bear to watch.

  Everyone else on the altar could only sigh, for they too had gone through this same path in their youth. They knew how important this ceremony was, but it was indeed unbearably painful.

  Líng Wēi and Zǐ Líng below were already crying uncontrollably. If not for the fact that this ceremony couldn't be replaced, Líng Wēi would have long since rushed up to take Zǐ Wēi's place.

  A mysterious woman in the distance whispered: "Little man, hold on, I'm waiting for you." There was a hint of tears in her voice.

  Everyone below shouted in unison: "May the heavens bless our young master and ensure his safe passage through this ceremony! May he soon attain the position of City Master and lead us to even greater heights!"

  Zǐ Wēi heard their words and, despite the unbearable pain, slowly stood up. It was a sense of pride and accomplishment that drove him forward.

  The crowd gasped in shock, then burst into laughter: "He's indeed worthy of being my junior! I'm ashamed to be inferior to him!" Although they said this, it was clear that they were excited beyond words.

  Everyone below shouted: "Long live our young master Zǐ Wēi!"

  Zǐ Wēi raised his hands to the sky and let out a loud roar. His purple robes fluttered in the wind as he did so.

  Suddenly, a beam of light shot up into the air, and eight rays of light descended from the heavens, each corresponding to one of the eight jade pillars on the altar. The pillars began to glow with an intense light.

  In that instant, everyone present was stunned. They couldn't believe that there was actually someone in this world who possessed the Eight-Star War Soul.

  Although even Zǐ Wēi himself didn't know what this meant, it was a fact that stood before them all.

  The crowd gasped: "Is this real?! How far can he go on this path?"

  The Zǐ family laughed: "This is indeed a rare talent bestowed upon our family by the heavens! Haha!"

  In that instant, Zǐ Wēi fainted and fell to the ground. Zǐ Fēng sighed softly and waved his hand, sending him into Líng Wēi's arms.

  As they carried him back to the palace for rest, a red cloud floated in from the distance. The Zǐ family knew without a doubt that it was someone from the Zhù Róng family, another imperial clan.

  A member of the Zhù Róng family said: "Congratulations to the young master of the Zǐ family on passing the ceremony and displaying his talent! However, you should know that only those with the Unextinguishable War Soul can reach the level of eight stars. But do you remember who we fought against back in the days of Tàigǔ?"

  Zǐ Qīng said: "I don't care about what happened before or after Tàigǔ's time. What does it have to do with my junior? Even if there are any issues, we will take responsibility for them. Don't try to stir up trouble on our continent."

  The member of the Zhù Róng family coldly snorted: "We'll see about that. Wait and watch." With that, he disappeared into the distance.

  A new beginning awaited Zǐ Wēi. He would leave his family behind and venture out into the world as an ordinary person, seeking to increase his strength...