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Chapter 1132 - 833: Return to the Sect_2

Chapter 1132: Chapter 833: Return to the Sect_2

And the source of such a significant impact was none other than Wang Zijia, who must have been incredibly tired!

Following that, Wang Zijia, along with An Xingsheng and others, officially left the Inner Realm and completed the Spirit Suppressing Pavilion’s first rotation duty in the Inner Realm, amid the admiration of thousands of disciples.

They had earned more than 38,000 merit points!

The reason for such an exaggerated amount of merit was that after Wang Zijia’s actions were discovered by the Taoist School’s Intelligence Department and Task Department, even without taking on a task, each time he cleared a realm, he was automatically awarded a thousand merit points.

For a massive cleanup of a mid-tier realm, he would be given a hundred billion Magic money or perhaps even more, with no upper limit; for every cleanup he performed, he would be compensated accordingly, which definitely qualified as extravagant wealth.

If it weren’t for the special nature of the Inner Realm, such brazen generosity would be impossible in just any ordinary minor world subordinate to the larger one.

This was the value of a third-tier Immortal Sect in the Shen Hong Immortal Domain that boasted an Immortal!

...

When Wang Zijia and his group emerged from the transport portal of the Inner Realm,

Upon exiting the entrance Great Hall, they discovered to their surprise a large group of disciples who had been waiting for them in the square outside the hall.

"Welcome back, Chi Yang Immortal Venerate, to the sect!"

As soon as the monks saw Wang Zijia come out with others, they respectfully greeted him in unison with considerable pomp.

Wang Zijia looked around the crowd, mainly composed of the Spirit Suppressing Pavilion disciples led by Ice Frost.

In addition to them, there were also some from the Ancient Department and other departments who had joined in the excitement.

Wang Zijia surveyed the scene and didn’t say much. He simply nodded faintly in response for a moment and then said to Ice Frost, "Disperse!"

With that, he set off toward the Immortal Cliff Residence on his own.

"By the Decree!"

Upon hearing his words, the monks immediately saluted in unison, then followed Wang Zijia back to the Spirit Suppressing Pavilion, exuding somewhat the air of a direct line Pavilion Master!

"Is the Spirit Suppressing Pavilion not newly established?"

"Yes, it’s been only two or three years since its opening, but it’s a direct line!"

"Two or three years and it has such an aura?"

"Who do you think the Pavilion Master is?"

"That’s right, it’s said that Chi Yang Immortal Venerate was an Ancient Power in a past life, the reincarnation of a noble from the Dao Court. Once his cultivation is fully restored, who knows if he’ll become the present figurehead of the Shen Hong Taoist School."

"It’s not a matter of ’who knows’; it’s definite. Just look at the presence of the prince right now, and his reputation throughout the Taoist School."

"Truly unrivaled!"

"The various rumors I had heard before about him were extravagant enough, but after I heard he had visited the Secret Land Battlefield, the rumors turned out to be even more exaggerated, manifold."

"What’s more absurd is that along with these rumors, there are all sorts of projection jades that seem to confirm these events as true!"

"..."

Countless disciples, buzzing with enthusiasm, discussed various pieces of news.

Wang Zijia paid them no mind. During his flight, his brow suddenly furrowed.

Subconsciously raising his head, the golden pupils of his eyes flickered.

In an instant, the perspective of heaven and earth changed. Above the Nine Heavens, innumerable grey torrents converged above the Taiching Palace. Initially meant to flow into a certain location within the Spirit Suppressing Pavilion, they suddenly seemed to sense something at that moment, changed direction, and poured down toward Wang Zijia.

"May Chi Yang Immortal Venerate bless my family with peace and safety!"

"Chi Yang Immortal Venerate truly is a great and virtuous man!"

"So the Ancient Powers cultivated virtue and character as part of their cultivation—these aren’t just rumors!"

"..."

As the grey torrents poured into his body, Wang Zijia seemed to hear the countless prayers, adorations, and faith of many people.

Through the grey torrents, he saw a massive net spreading between heaven and earth, one end linked to countless ordinary people, the other end to him—the sole wearer of the Divine Robes in Shen Hong!

A colossal amount of incense power, following this network of faith, continuously converged into his body.

The good, the bad, even the corrupted and detrimentally mutated believers, along with the pollution that continued to spread along the threads of faith, all kept infiltrating.

When Wang Zijia focused on any single Silk Thread, it was as if he could easily see the other end without needing Demon Seeding, allowing him to assess their value to some extent.

Or rather, becoming his follower made one, to a certain degree, passively subjected to Demon Seeding.

As his cultivation grew, the terrifying nature of his ranking in the Divine Dao began to exert itself, gradually revealing its might!

Especially towards ordinary believers, the faith conferred a peculiar omniscience: those who spoke with conviction and belief would invariably be touched.

With such incense power vested in him, a unique aura began to rise from Wang Zijia, making him seem even more ethereal and detached, as if he were above worldly matters by a few degrees more.

The terrifying intensity of the faith momentarily dumbfounded Wang Zijia.

Although he knew that with his growing fame, he had now become a top-tier figure in Shen Hong,

The density of the incense power at this moment was clearly too much.

’Is the palace making a push for me throughout the Shen Hong Taoist School?’

’What for?’

’To make me a star monk of the current era?’

’What’s the point?’

’To let me later interact with the Taoist School’s administrative layer to increase Taiching Palace’s weight within the Dao Alliance?’

’Or is it to prepare for full-scale war in the Inner Realm? Or is there some other plan?’

’...’

As Wang Zijia suddenly paused, the sky full of people halted as one.

An Xingsheng, confused, looked up at the sky but saw nothing. After a moment of hesitation, he carefully approached and asked, "Sect Master, is something the matter?"

Wang Zijia returned to his senses, shook his head, and said, "Nothing, just remembered something."

With that, he no longer lingered and once again became a streak of light, flying towards the Spirit Suppressing Pavilion.

Along the way, countless disciples were startled, and they couldn’t help but watch from a distance as the details of Wang Zijia’s rotation back to the sect spread.