As a father, I just want to quietly watch you live a long life

The Four Royal Mysterious Temples—there were those who might never even catch a glimpse of one in their lifetime.

Thus, many rushed here, not for the Temple Guardian Trial, but simply for a chance to glimpse the Four Royal Mysterious Temples.

Three miles away from the Tianpeng Mysterious Temple, Divine Envoys from the Temple Control Bureau were stationed to cordon off the area. Three miles inwards was the closest anyone from the martial world or noble families could approach.

Two generals from the four great camps of the Divine Guard Army were present: East Camp General Yuan Wuji and South Camp General She Longdao.

The two commanded roughly a thousand men from the Divine Guard Army, tasked with maintaining order and security.

Yun Family Mansion.

The Yun Family Patriarch, Yun Sanxiao, an elderly matriarch, held Yun E’s hand as they slowly stepped out and boarded the luxurious carriage the Family Head, Yun He, had prepared early before the mansion.

Yun He did not share the same carriage with them but instead followed in a Flood Dragon Horse-drawn carriage behind, moving with the procession.

They headed toward the Tianpeng Temple in the southern part of the city.

Inside the carriage, the Yun Family Patriarch, Divine Fetus Practitioner Yun Sanxiao, gently rubbed Yun E’s head and smiled: “Do not put too much pressure on yourself. Reaching this point and joining the third stage of the Taibai God’s Direct Disciple Examination already proves your excellence…”

“Even if you fail, the Inner Sect Elders of the Divine Sect will compete to take you as their disciple…”

“You have already seized control of your own destiny…”

Yun E, upon hearing these words, stared blankly upward.

“But grandmother still hopes you can give it your all. After all, this is about the Yun Family’s fate. Since you’ve come this far, take the chance and gamble on it. Have you thoroughly practiced everything I’ve taught you over the past three days?”

Yun E nodded, her lips pressed tightly together.

Learning that she had now gained control over her destiny, her heart couldn’t help but be overwhelmed with mixed emotions.

Mother…

Yun E… has not let you down.

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Spring Pavilion.

Outside the inn, a cultivator from Wushen Mountain, shrouded entirely in a black robe, slowly stood up.

The door creaked open.

Jin Taixui had changed into an extremely loose ceremonial robe, the Junior Witch robe of Wushen Mountain, adorned with a variety of patterns.

Another aged cultivator from Wushen Mountain took a bowl filled with white paint. Dipping two fingers into the paint, this Divine Fetus Practitioner began chanting under his breath.

As he chanted, he painted patterns upon Jin Taixui’s face.