Everyone fell silent upon hearing Emperor Yi Deng announce the commencement of the Holy Disciple Nomination Ceremony.
This was the holiest moment of the ceremony. If they were to continue chit-chatting, then what awaited them would be the deadly fist of Emperor Yi Deng.
"Next, please cordially invite the Blood Patriarch to nominate the Holy Disciple of the next generation!" Emperor Yi Deng wore a solemn expression as he spoke.
The Dao Integration Stage Blood Tribe cultivator in the sky retrieved a drop of jet-black blood from a black vial.
