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The Myriad Spirit Sect governed ten relatively small royal cities in the Southern Region of Zhongzhou, located on the Five Elements Continent. It was separated from the Sky-Connecting Forest of the Demon Realm by ten thousand miles, with rolling mountains in between, making it almost isolated from the world. Although it was obscure in the cultivation community, it had a long history, existing for ten thousand years and leaving behind many legends among the ten royal cities.
Ten thousand years ago, when the Myriad Spirit Sect was first established, its founder possessed astonishing cultivation, reaching the Tribulation Period. Later, a Flood Dragon flew into Zhongzhou and attacked the disciples of the Myriad Spirit Sect. The Founder of the Sect fought fiercely against it, injuring the dragon. He should have had no hope of ascending to immortality but unexpectedly obtained the Flood Dragon's inner core. This Flood Dragon was just one step away from transforming into a True Dragon and ascending to heaven; its inner core had become a dragon pearl. A mortal who obtained it could gain various abilities, while a cultivator would find it even more miraculous. The Founder of the Sect had a son who was born with an absolute blockage in his meridians. Unable to bear consuming the pearl for his own ascension, he left it for his son to ensure his survival. However, thousands of years later, news of the dragon pearl spread like wildfire and reemerged. From that point on, the Myriad Spirit Sect split into two factions, leading to continuous strife that persists to this day.
Several years ago, the Myriad Spirit Sect was destroyed, its foundation shattered, and its disciples scattered. No one dared to step into its gates again.
Zhao Yang and Liu Rou descended from the sky and landed in the dojo of the Myriad Spirit Sect. There, remnants of stone tablets lay scattered on the ground, red walls had collapsed, and desolation filled the air.
Zhao Yang remembered how he once rampaged here with great vigor, claiming dominance over all. Now reflecting on those days brought him a sense of melancholy; those Senior Brothers had returned to dust. He recalled a disheartened youth standing here back then, questioning why he could not succeed at anything, his voice filled with despair and tears streaming down his face. Zhao Yang could not bear it and transmitted a trace of Chaos True Qi into his body to help him circulate his meridians. He also taught him how to visualize diagrams. That youth had likely perished during the great escape from the Myriad Spirit Sect.
Back then, he and Long Xiao Wu had fought fiercely against their Senior Brothers here, severely injuring many. Later, he entered seclusion for two years in Enlightenment before joining the Inner Courtyard, where he battled against Nine Great Offerings and gained recognition from Sect Master Ji Wudao, who greatly favored him. This incited resentment from Duan Wude and led to an attack by the Zhonghuang Army. Unbeknownst to them, countless Hidden Gates coveted the Myriad Spirit Sect's dragon pearl and the legendary perfect Jade Crawler's inner core, ultimately leading to the sect's downfall and several elders meeting tragic ends.
Now he did not know where Ji Wudao was; he remembered that Ji Wudao was also a master at the Divine Transformation Stage back then and was comparable to his current cultivation level. After breaking free from suppression by the Great Dao, he must have made significant progress in his cultivation and become an extraordinary powerhouse in the cultivation world.
“Brother Zhao Yang, is this where you used to be in the Myriad Spirit Sect?” Liu Rou asked as she noticed Zhao Yang lost in some sorrowful memories and wanted to divert his emotions.
Zhao Yang nodded, his gaze sweeping over to the distant disciple accommodation area when suddenly his expression grew serious.
“What’s wrong?” Liu Rou asked as she noticed Zhao Yang’s unusual demeanor.
“There’s someone,” Zhao Yang whispered.
In a dilapidated tile-roofed house, a red door creaked open as an elderly man with white hair emerged using a cane for support. It appeared that he was blind and walked with some difficulty.
"Grand Elder?" Zhao Yang called out, filled with excitement. In the past, he had shown disrespect towards the blind Grand Elder, but during their great escape, the Grand Elder had bravely stepped forward to confront a master at the Nascent Soul Stage, buying them precious time to flee. Now that the Grand Elder was alive, how could he not be overwhelmed with emotion?
The Grand Elder, feeling tense, used his Divine Sense to probe Zhao Yang and Liu Rou. He immediately bowed and said, "I did not know that two immortal masters had arrived. I apologize for not welcoming you properly." He was about to kneel when Zhao Yang quickly moved in front of him and pulled him up, saying, "Grand Elder, it's me, I'm Zhao Yang."
"Zhao Yang?" The Grand Elder pondered for a moment before suddenly becoming extremely agitated. "You are the one who dared to mock me and was defeated by nine talented offerings, Zhao Yang?"
Zhao Yang nodded and replied, "Indeed, it is I!"
Upon hearing Zhao Yang's voice, the Grand Elder was overcome with tears of joy. "Good! Good! Not only are you alive, but you have also thrived. My assessment of you back then was not in vain. With a disciple like Zhao Yang in Myriad Spirit Sect, we can ensure our survival for a thousand years. I never expected that in the blink of an eye, you have grown so much taller and your cultivation has already surpassed mine. No need to call you a disciple anymore."
Zhao Yang helped the Grand Elder sit down on a stone bench and listened as he recounted his experiences over the years.
It turned out that when the Grand Elder had resolved to face death and fought fiercely against a Nascent Soul Expert, he ultimately lost and was plunged into a lake's depths. He should have perished there, but beneath the lake lay an Old Fish that had been in meditation for many years. Inside this Old Fish was a Fish Pearl that had absorbed the essence of the sun and moon for years; it had gained spiritual awareness and divine nature.
It was this Fish Pearl that saved the Grand Elder from death. He managed to survive and spent two years recuperating before daring to emerge. However, upon hearing that the Zhonghuang Army, Hidden Gate, and Myriad Spirit Sect had all been wiped out by natural disasters, he flew through the Thousand Miles of Scorching Heat for a long time without sensing even a single remnant—no trace of clothing or remains.
At that time, the Grand Elder felt how fickle and unjust fate could be; one moment a sect was thriving with people, and in an instant, not a single soul remained. He couldn't help but feel exhausted and aged beyond his years.
After the Old Sect Master died, he intended to pass on leadership of Myriad Spirit Sect to him due to his exceptional management skills that could govern a sect well. However, knowing his own limitations in talent and realizing he could not elevate Myriad Spirit Sect to greater heights, he privately recommended his Junior Brother Ji Wudao as the next sect master. For all these years, he had kept this secret from everyone out of fear that someone might oppose his Junior Brother.
But now, whether friends or foes, everything had ceased to exist.
In the face of merciless worldly affairs, everything seemed small and insignificant.
Zhao Yang admired the Elder. In a world driven by fame and fortune, it was rare to find someone like the Elder who could remain so open-minded. Most people were consumed by their pursuit of status and wealth; how many truly acted for the country, the people, or others?
"Haha, last month, Ji Wudao visited the Myriad Spirit Sect and had a long talk with me through the night. After that, I don't know what happened, but he left in a hurry," the Elder said. Now over a hundred years old, he should have had another century to live. Unfortunately, his body and mind were worn down, and having been blind for many years made him age faster, leaving him feeling powerless about many things.
"How is the Sect Leader now?" Zhao Yang asked. He was grateful to Ji Wudao for protecting him back then. If it weren't for Ji Wudao, during the siege against the Myriad Spirit Sect, he would have suffered humiliation even if he had survived. Later, during their great escape, Ji Wudao nearly lost his life while exhausting his True Qi to protect them.
"The Myriad Spirit Sect is just a small faction; whether there is a Sect Leader or not doesn't matter. Just think of him as an older brother from now on," the Elder replied.
"Brother is right. From now on, you can call me Brother Ji. The Myriad Spirit Sect has already fallen, and chaos in the cultivation world has begun. No sect will remain," Ji Wudao said as he appeared like a gust of wind, standing on the Stone Platform with an elegant demeanor that radiated a white light.
"Sect Leader—oh no, Brother Ji! It's good to see you!" Zhao Yang greeted him, realizing that the newcomer was indeed Ji Wudao.
Ji Wudao laughed heartily, "I really don’t deserve such honor. The renowned genius Zhao Yang calls me brother; it truly overwhelms me."
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