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    The goldenke was the Holy Realm’s Sacred Lake.


    At the center of this goldenke, surrounded by the shimmering water, was a magnificent pce,


    known as the sacred temple.


    Of course, the Holy Realm didn’t consist of just this one sacred temple.


    Around the goldenke and atop the surrounding mountains, countless pces and structures


    dotted thendscape, creating a breathtaking view.


    Before Gilmore and hispanions could approach theke, the sound of something cutting


    through the air rang out.


    From the pces and buildings in the mountains, dozens of cultivators soared out.


    These cultivators flew towards Gilmore and the others and blocked their way.


    Leading the group was a middle–aged man in a blue robe who called out to Gilmore and his


    companions, “Who goes there and what business do you have here?”


    Apollo swiftly moved from beside Gilmore and said to the blue–robed man, “Tatum, it’s me, Apollo.”


    When the middle–aged man in the blue robe saw Apollo, his expression suddenly eased up and he


    said, “So it’s Mr. Baxter.”


    A smile emerged on Apollo’s face and he said, “Tatum, the holy sect master is getting married


    today. I’m here to extend my congrattions.”


    Tatum grinned. “Indeed, it’s a joyous day for the sect master! The sect master is taking his thirtieth


    to fortieth wives.”


    As Tatum spoke, his gaze shifted towards the enchanting women, Lilian, ire, and others beside


    Apollo.


    Tatum asked Apollo, “Mr. Baxter, you’ve brought so many beauties here. Are you going to present


    them to the sect master as a gift for his wedding?”


    Apollo’s heart skipped a beat. He hesitated, shooting a nce at Gilmore.


    He didn’t dare to answer Tatum immediately, because these women were dear to Gilmore.


    But Gilmore would be pissed off if Apollo said yes.


    At that time, whether he could survive or not would be a problem.


    Yet, Gilmore looked at Tatum and said, “Exactly, Mr. Jayson. These lovelydies are indeed gifts


    from Apollo for the sect master’s special day.”


    Tatum nced at Gilmore. In his opinion, Gilmore must be one of Apollo’s men.


    He didn’t doubt it.


    Tatum, looking at Apollo, sped his hands and said, “Mr. Baxter, you are truly thoughtful. The sect


    master will surely be overjoyed upon receiving such splendid gifts.”


    Apollo said, “You tter me, Tatum. This is what I should do.”


    Tatum said, “This way, please, Mr. Baxter!”


    After that, Tatum and the other cultivators behind him immediately made way for Apollo, Gilmore,


    and the others.


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    Apollo, Gilmore, and the rest then made their way towards the Sacred Temple on the golden sacred


    lake.


    Sacred Temple.


    The Sacred Temple was a vastplex, stretching over several miles.


    While it bore the name sacred temple, it was not just one structure, but consisted of numerous


    magnificent pces.


    Inside the sacred temple, there were pavilions, terraces, squares, and cultivators everywhere.


    Upon Apollo, Gilmore and the restnding in a za, Gilmore looked around to see festive


    decorations everywhere, giving the ce a joyous atmosphere.


    Once theynded, Apollo said to Gilmore, “Mr. Reed, this sacred temple is the residence of my


    uncle, the holy sect master.


    “I am about to meet him. Would Mr. Reed prefer to wait here or apany me to see the holy sect


    master?”


    Gilmore looked at Apollo and replied, “What’s the difference between waiting here and meeting your


    uncle, the holy sect master?”


    Apollo said, “Mr. Reed, if youe with me to see my uncle, the holy sect master, I’m afraid you


    will be stopped before you can enter the inner hall.


    “Also, Mr. Reed, yourpanions are quite striking. If my uncle were to see them, he might just


    decide to marry them on the spot.”


    Apollo, in truth, was hesitant about having Gilmore and his party meet the holy sect master.


    He wanted to take the opportunity to slip away, at least to get rid of Gilmore.


    When Gilmore and the others were defeated by the holy sect master, he would be able to justify


    himself.


    However, Gilmore looked at Apollo and said, “Where is the holy sect master’s wedding ceremony


    held?”


    Apollo exined, “Whenever my uncle marries, it’s always in the grand hall of the sacred temple.


    The surrounding buildings are just secondary.”


    Gilmore responded, “Then, lead me to the sacred temple.”


    Hesitating, Apollo said, “Mr. Reed, only those cultivation martialists with proficient level and status


    are allowed into the grand hall of the sacred temple for the wedding ceremony.


    “I can’t take you inside, but I can bring you to the za outside the grand hall of the sacred


    temple.”


    “Then take me to that za,” Gilmore said.


    Reluctantly, Apollo replied, “Alright, Mr. Reed, follow me.”


    Then, Apollo led Gilmore and the others in the direction of the grand hall of the sacred temple.


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    As they proceeded toward the grand hall, they were greeted by numerous cultivators who paid their


    respects to Apollo.


    It was evident that, as the nephew of the holy sect master, in the sacred temple many cultivators


    recognized and held Apollo. in high regard.


    Apollo acknowledged these cultivators with a nod.


    Soon, Apollo, Gilmore, and the rest reached the za in front of the most magnificent pce.


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    Around two to three hundred cultivators were present.


    In a low voice, Gilmore asked Apollo, “Are these cultivators here all guardians of the sect master?”


    Apollo shook her head and said, “No, these cultivators are all respected figures in the Holy Realm,


    such as the attendants brought by the Masters, Guardian, and Presbyter.”


    “And how do these titles like Master, Guardian and Presbyter rank?” Gilmore asked.


    Apollo said, “Master rank below Guardian, and Guardians are below Presbyter.


    “Masters are usually of a proficient level, Guardians are top–notch expert level, and Presbyters are


    among the king level to exalted–level.”


    Gilmore nodded, now understanding the hierarchy.


    He had a rough understanding of the Holy Realm and the power structure from top to bottom.


    The highest was the holy sect master, and below the holy sect master were the Presbyter,


    Guardian, and Master, and undoubtedly the ordinary cultivators.


    Hundreds of cultivators in the square all cast their eyes at Apollo and Gilmore.


    The reason why so many cultivators looked at him is not only because of Apollo’s identity.


    In fact, they paid more attention to Lilian, ire, and the other beautiful women next to Gilmore.


    Obviously, these cultivators were shocked and thought that Lilian and the others were like fairies


    coming down to earth.


    Had Apollo and Gilmore not been with them, these cultivators might have approached and tried to


    woo thedies on the spot.


    Even so, their gazes were locked onto the group, clearly entranced.


    As they reached the entrance to the grand hall of the sacred temple, Apollo said to Gilmore, “Mr.


    Reed, please wait here while I go in.”


    Gilmore nodded.


    Apollo then made his way into the grand hall of the sacred temple.


    Hundreds of cultivators in the square looked at Lilian, ire, and the other girls with different


    expressions when they saw Apollo enter the sacred temple.