The final preparations for the Celestial Ascension Tournament were underway. The Wen Clan, once a forgotten relic in the cultivation world, now stood at the precipice of reestablishing its name.
Within the fortified halls of Patriarch's Peak, Wen Wuxing observed the unfolding scene below. The elite disciples, adorned in ceremonial battle robes, gathered in formation. Their spiritual pressure surged in unison, forming a commanding presence.
The tournament would begin in two days, and by this time tomorrow, the Wen Clan would arrive at the grand city of Qingyuan, where the most powerful clans, sects, and imperial officials would witness their resurgence.
The Final Assembly
In the Hall of Resplendent Jade, Patriarch Wen Wuxing, the elders, and key tournament participants convened for one last meeting before departure.
"The time has come," Patriarch Wen Wuxing began, his voice resonating through the grand chamber. "For the first time in decades, the Wen Clan will step forward into the world's stage, not as a fading bloodline, but as a force to be reckoned with."
Elder Wen Rong stepped forward, unfolding a scroll that contained a list of the confirmed participants. "Aside from the Zhao Clan, we now know that the Qilin Sect and the Black Jade Pavilion have sent their top disciples. Furthermore, there is a mysterious faction—The Obsidian Veil—whose origins remain unknown. They have entered the tournament under the imperial decree, which means they have backing from the Royal Court."
A murmur spread among the elders.
"The Zhao Clan is expected," Wen Wuhai spoke. "But these unknown elements may pose a greater threat than even our long-time enemies."
Patriarch Wen Wuxing turned to Elder Wen Ling "What are your thoughts?"
Wen Ling, who had remained silent until now, finally spoke. "The tournament is no longer just a proving ground for rising clans. It has become a battlefield where hidden forces maneuver in the shadows. If the Royal Court has taken an interest in The Obsidian Veil, we must assume they are more than they appear."
He glanced at the scroll in Elder Wen Rong's hands. "However, regardless of the hidden hands at play, our path remains unchanged. The Wen Clan will rise, and no force—known or unknown—will stop us."
A deep silence settled over the hall before Patriarch Wen Wuxing nodded, his expression unreadable. "Then let it be so."
Departure
At dawn, the Wen Clan's forces gathered at the grand gate of their estate. Banners embroidered with the Wen sigil fluttered in the crisp morning air. The core disciples, elite guards, and elders stood ready, their auras radiating power and discipline.
As Wuxing mounted his spirit beast, his gaze swept over the assembled forces. Today, they left as competitors.
But when they returned—
They would return as victors.