Deities: Starting From Goblins
Chapter 1432 - Chapter 1432 Chapter 779

Chapter 1432: Chapter 779 Chapter 1432: Chapter 779 In that vast Cultivation World shrouded by clouds and mist, imbued with the essence of Immortals, lies a mysterious and solemn place–the home of the Shingo Sect.

On this day, sunlight pierced through the thin veil of clouds, casting its golden radiance upon the majestic gates of the Shingo Sect, endowing the entire sect with a touch of divine aura. In front of the gates, a spacious square paved with orderly bluestones stretched out, each slab seemingly recounting the passage of time and the sect’s splendid history.

At this moment, a group of cultivators clad in gorgeous attire stood at the center of the square, their gazes bright and expressions proud. Leading them was an elder of extraordinary temperament. He was dressed in a moon-white robe embroidered with exquisite runes and patterns that fluttered in the breeze, as if containing endless power. With a tall crown on his head, his countenance was benevolent, yet bore an undeniable authority.

“Hmph, never underestimate our Shingo Sect,” the leader spoke with pride, his voice resounding and resolute, echoing across the empty square, earning admiring glances from the surrounding disciples.

“Indeed, our sect, named the Shingo Sect, commands great respect in this vast Cultivation World,” a young disciple couldn’t help but chime in, his eyes shimmering with a fervent glow, as if filled with boundless reverence and pride for the sect.

“Yes, the history of our Shingo Sect is long and storied, inherited through the ages for thousands of years. During this lengthy period, countless predecessors have devoted immeasurable efforts and hard work for the prosperity and development of the sect,” another disciple continued, his tone filled with emotion and awe.

“Now, our Shingo Sect has grown to an impressively large scale. Altogether, we have over a thousand disciples,” the leader slightly raised his head, his gaze drifting towards the distance, as though reminiscing the hardships and glories the sect had journeyed through. “These disciples are all talented and diligent, continuously striving on their cultivation paths, contributing their strength to the flourishing of the sect.”

“That’s for sure! These thousand-plus disciples, spread across various peaks, each delve into different cultivation techniques and skills. Some excel at alchemy, crafting elixirs of such high quality that they are coveted throughout the entire Cultivation World; others are adept at Artifact Refining, forging divine weapons of astonishing power, striking fear into many Evil Spirits and villains,” the young disciple said excitedly, his face beaming with pride.

“And our Sect Leader, he is a peerless Strong One unmatched in this age. He has reached the Half-step Saint Seat Realm!” the leader’s voice suddenly rose, his eyes sparkling with reverence, “Our Sect Leader’s cultivation level is profound and inscrutable, his understanding of the cultivation practice has reached an extremely high Realm. Under his leadership, our Shingo Sect manages to stand its ground in this fiercely competitive Cultivation World.”

“That’s right, our Sect Leader’s fame is so widespread that even those exalted Saints hold him in high regard,” an older disciple spoke slowly, his mind still shaken from memorably witnessing the Sect Leader’s prowess in action.

“Not only that, but our sect also boasts the Ten Great Elders. Each of these ten elders is an exceptional master of the Dominator Realm!” the leader continued, his tone filled with pride, “Every Elder has their own unique cultivation insights and formidable strength. They play important roles within the sect, responsible for teaching disciples and safeguarding our safety. Whether facing invasions from external foes or handling internal affairs of the sect, they handle it with ease, displaying unparalleled wisdom and power.”

“Wow, the Dominator Realm! That’s a Realm countless cultivators can only dream of!” the young disciples exclaimed in awe, their eyes reflecting their admiration and aspiration for the elders.

“Indeed, and we have over fifty disciples in the Throne Realm within our sect,” the leader emphasized once more, his face full of proud smiles, “These Throne Realm disciples are the future and hope of our sect. Each of them excels in their respective fields–some have high achievements in array formation, capable of constructing powerful arrays; others are skilled in combat, showing bravery on the battlefield, and earning distinguished military exploits.”

“That’s true, although our Shingo Sect may not be the top sect, it is certainly a first-class sect,” the leader surveyed his surroundings, his gaze firm and confident, “The lords of over a dozen territories within a million miles pay homage and tribute to our sect. They are keenly aware of our sect’s strength and majesty, daring not to slacken or offend even slightly. Whenever there is an important matter or crisis, they seek assistance from our sect at once, looking for our protection and support.”

“Haha, such is the prestige of our Shingo Sect! In this Cultivation World, our sect will surely continue to thrive and become the focus of universal attention!” the young disciples shouted in unison, their voices echoing through the valley, as if to spread this pride and confidence into every corner of the Cultivation World.

In the mysterious and vast Cultivation World, although the Half-step Saint Seat does not possess the supreme, all-encompassing authority to overlook all sentient beings as the Saint Seat does, it is not much different. It signifies a powerful existence towering above countless cultivators, their status revered immensely, and each of their actions capable of stirring ripples throughout the Cultivation World.