The galaxy was unfamiliar. It was as empty as ever, but there were some brilliant stars shining in it. To the northwest of True Morning Dao World was a gigantic vortex. As it rotated with loud bangs, sounds echoed in all directions.
Ninety-nine huge stone platforms floated around the vortex. All of them had complicated runic symbols carved on them. They shone with a dark light, and there were ninety-nine cultivators sitting on them.
An aura of decay spread out from the bodies of these cultivators. Their expressions were calm, as if they had been sitting there for countless years. In front of each of them was a huge, black sword that was stabbed into the stone platform. Faint sounds of weeping could be heard, which were the sound of the ninety-nine black swords weeping.
They were weeping and roaring, because they had been abandoned. It had been many years since they drank the blood of living beings. They could only stay in the place and quietly accompany their master, protecting him endlessly.
The ninety-nine stone platforms formed a circle. When they floated in the galaxy, they also formed the edge of the gigantic vortex. If anyone looked over, it would seem as if the vortex was formed by the ninety-nine stone platforms.
As the vortex rotated, the ninety-nine cultivators continued meditating, as if they were asleep. They did not pay any attention to the vortex.
Time trickled by. When the time it takes for an incense stick to burn passed, booming sounds shook the galaxy, and the vortex's rotation came to a complete stop. Battleships slowly appeared from within.
Once the battleships appeared, wave after wave of mighty pressure spread through the entire galaxy. The cultivators on each battleship stood up at that moment. Their expressions were stern. As the battleships appeared, the mighty pressure in the area instantly reached an incredibly high level, but even so, it still could not make the ninety-nine people on the stone platforms open their eyes.
After a moment, the gigantic battleship belonging to Su Ming appeared from the vortex. The mighty pressure spreading out from it immediately caused a large amount of ripples to appear in the galaxy. Su Ming stood at the bow of the battleship and stared at the galaxy before him. There was something familiar about it. It was unfamiliar because he had never seen it before, but it was familiar because of Dao Kong's memories of this place.
Su Ming knew that this place … was True Morning Dao World!
He might not have stepped into the galaxy before, but it was the universe where his homeland was.
When hundreds of battleships appeared from the vortex, the mighty pressure they formed instantly caused the ripples that spread through the galaxy to become stronger. The reason for this was not only because of the cultivation bases of the thousands or even nearly ten thousand cultivators on the battleships, but also because Flame Fiends' Progenitor, Zhu You Cai, and Su Ming were there.
The mighty pressure from the three of them alone was enough to make the galaxy tremble.
Su Ming's eyes were calm, and hidden within them were thoughts that others could not see. He knew that at the moment he stepped into this place, he had turned from being the strongest in Divine Essence Star Ocean to an ordinary cultivator.
The fifth kiln had to stay in Divine Essence Star Ocean. Without it, Su Ming knew that when he faced the Almighties in Life Realm again, he would not be able to continue ruling over them. It was precisely because of this that when he was about to leave the Barren Lands of Divine Essence, he had decided to destroy an entire Expanse Cosmos to gather together his madness.
He believed that before long, this matter would be known by all four Great True Worlds. Countless people would be shocked, and his name would instantly become famous.
What Su Ming wanted was not to disappear from True Morning Dao World and keep a low profile … What he wanted was to be ostentatious, arrogant, and domineering!
Because of it, there would not be many existences who would dare provoke him, because no one knew that Su Ming would not bring a supreme treasure like the fifth kiln with him.
A barely noticeable glint shone in Su Ming's eyes. The shadow of the kiln shone faintly in his third eye at the center of his brows.
Su Ming had indeed left the fifth kiln in Divine Essence Star Ocean … but with the connection between him and the kiln, as long as he had enough time, he could make it appear for a short period of time, just like how he had summoned Ecang's true body.
However, unless it was absolutely necessary, Su Ming did not want to do so.
"True Morning Dao World …" Su Ming stared at the galaxy, and a smile slowly appeared on his lips. It grew wider with each passing moment, and in the end, it turned into loud laughter. His laughter echoed in the galaxy, but all the cultivators around him acted as if they did not hear it. They continued moving forward with the warship.
Su Ming had returned. Very few people could have imagined that he would return in such a manner. He would walk out of the gate to the Barren Lands of Divine Essence openly and in a dignified manner.
The power of Bright Yang was even denser than that of Divine Essence in the galaxy. It existed in the galaxy, but at that moment, it could no longer cause Su Ming much discomfort. Its effect had already been reduced to its limit, and it could even be ignored.
There was excitement on Flame Fiends' Progenitor's face as he stood behind Su Ming. He might be an Almighty, but this was the first time he had stepped into the four Great True Worlds, and the fact that he had done so openly and in such a manner made him even more excited.
The bald crane's eyes moved about nonstop by the side. It looked around, and a smug, naughty grin appeared on its face. Its eyes sparkled, as if it could see countless crystals waiting for its arrival. To it, this was the highest form of enjoyment in its life.
"This place is near the fixed Relocation spot in the Barren Lands of Divine Essence. If we want to head to Morning Dao Sect, we'll need about three months," Xu Hui said softly while standing beside Su Ming.
A glint appeared in Su Ming's eyes. He looked at the cultivators on the ninety-nine stone platforms around him who did not show any changes in their expressions when they appeared. He could sense an ancient and ancient air from them, and he could also sense a sharp glare that was hidden away from them, but if it spread out, it would definitely shake the sky and earth.
"These ninety-nine seniors are the powerful warriors from Morning Dao Sect who are stationed at the entrance to this place. Their levels of cultivation are mysterious, but the only thing we know is that they don't practice the same cultivation method as us. Instead, they practice a strange inherited Art. This Art is known as a sword, and the sword is alive.
"They might belong to Morning Dao Sect, but they only listen to Progenitor Dao Chen's orders. No one else can order them. Their mission here is to prevent the people from the other True Worlds from stepping into this place." As Xu Hui spoke, Su Ming looked at the ninety-nine people and started explaining.
When Su Ming heard her words, he stared at them for a moment longer. When he averted his gaze, the hundreds of battleships left into the distance calmly in the galaxy. They turned into hundreds of long arcs that charged in the direction of Morning Dao Sect.
They wanted to bring Su Ming to Morning Dao Sect to accept challenges and trials so that he could be conferred the title of a Dynast and become a true Dynast!
Su Ming stood at the bow of the ship and stared at the galaxy all along the way. He sensed the power of Bright Yang, and when he no longer felt any discomfort towards this place, seven days passed.
During those seven days, the galaxy was empty. Not a single planet could be seen. Right then, after the seventh day, Su Ming saw a group of planets in the galaxy.
"We are in Morning Dao Sect's territory. All the cultivators in the planets here belong to the races belonging to Morning Dao Sect. The west and north belong to Morning Dao Sect, but the east and south have already been conquered by the Immortals' Union and turned into a warzone," Xu Hui said softly and pointed at the planet in front of them.
"That's the Tower Bottoms. They belong to Sect Elder Mo Da, one of the three thousand Great Sect Elders in Morning Dao Sect. The hierarchy in Morning Dao Sect is strict, and it's like a tall tower. There is only one person at the top of the tower, and that is Progenitor Dao Chen, who has been in isolation for many years and has not come out for a long time.
"He is not only the Sect Master of Morning Dao Sect, but also the Kalpa Lord of True Morning Dao World. He protects the entire True Morning Dao World, and above him is the True Progenitor, who is also known as the Sublime Paragon.
"However, the True Progenitor is a mystery. No one knows where he is or who he is.
"Under the Progenitor is the Council of Sect Masters. They decide most of the matters regarding Morning Dao Sect. There are seventy-two people in the Council of Sect Masters, and each of them is an incredibly powerful existence.
"These people usually do not venture out. Most of them are in isolation. Once every hundred years, three of them will wake up to decide the matters in Morning Dao Sect for the next ten years.
Below the Council of Patriarchs is a place that exists in the void all year round. Only now can they be considered to have truly appeared … the ten great Highnesses. Including you, the ten heirs will each be in charge of a Hall. This Hall will be empty at the start, and will need to be added on its own.
"Below the ten heirs are the 333 Gods, 666 Immortals, and 999 Saints. These people have incredibly high statuses, and they can be said to be the people who decide the fate of Morning Dao Sect. They are sleeping in the area and will not come out easily. Once they do, they will destroy everything.
"These are the power of Morning Dao Sect's Inner Sect. They will not appear unless Morning Dao Sect runs into a disaster.
"The ones facing the outside world are the four halls of Morning Dao Sect. One of them is the Sect Elder Hall, the second is the War Hall, the third is the World Protection Hall, and the fourth … is the Palace Hall that only the ten heirs can control. It has been an empty existence for many years, and even the Council of Sect Masters has no right to interfere with it!" As the battleships moved forward, Xu Hui told Su Ming about the structure of Morning Dao Sect in a soft voice. Some of these things were in Dao Kong's memories, and when they overlapped with Xu Hui's words, his understanding of Morning Dao Sect became even clearer.
Xu Hui continued speaking, telling them everything she knew about Morning Dao Sect. The hundreds of battleships continued forward, and after a moment, they closed in on the planet in the galaxy.
Long arcs swiftly flew up from the planet. There were tens of thousands of them, and they were packed densely together. When the cultivators from the planet flew out, all of them bowed to the battleship where Su Ming was.
There were a dozen or so people who stood in front of the cultivators and clasped hands with respectful expressions on their faces.
"Greetings, Great Sect Master!" As the dozen or so people spoke, the tens of thousands of people behind them all bowed and spoke in unison.
"Greetings, Great Sect Master!"
Their voices echoed in all directions with loud rumbles. Even though they were in the galaxy, their voices still sounded like thunder. There was fanaticism and respect on their faces, as if with just one word from the Great Sect they spoke of, their entire race would follow their lead!
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