In the middle of a towering mountain, there were many palaces.
At this moment, four people were sitting quietly in a magnificent hall.
An old man was sitting in the middle of the hall, and two people were sitting on either side of him.
"Old Sect Leader, let's go and ask the people of Taoism to come. The Hades is too powerful for us to resist. If things go wrong, the 2,000 years of Qingcheng School's foundation will be destroyed."
A man sitting on the old man's left said with an ugly expression.
His name was Mu Zhan Tian, the Deputy Sect Leader of Qingcheng School. He was also an expert of the Transformation Void Realm.
The other three were the elders of Qingcheng School. They were in the same realm as Mu Zhan Tian.
In the entire Qingcheng School, except for Patriarch Lu Hetu, who was at the Void Realm, the Sect Leader Jing Weizhuang, the Deputy Sect Leader Mu Zhan Tian, and the three elders were all experts of the Transformation Void Realm.
Although there were not many experts of the Transformation Void Realm, that was because they were compared to the 21 forces. If they were in the Jianghu, they would definitely be famous experts.
Qingcheng School could become one of the three major forces in the Eastern Region. Its strength was definitely not weak.
The Patriarch of Qingcheng, Lu Hetu, was a genuine expert on the Earth Roll, ranked 82nd.
Lu Hetu's ranking meant that he was an expert. There were 100 people in the Earth Roll, and the top 70 were all experts of the Transformation Void Realm.
There might be more than seventy Insightful Emptiness Realm experts. However, all of them were hidden within their respective Sects. Thus, the Pavilion of Divine Secrets was unable to see the whole picture. After all, the Insightful Emptiness Realm experts that appeared in the eyes of the world were only the representatives of those Sects.
There would be countless geniuses in every era. Those geniuses might be drowned out in the same era, but it did not mean that they were dead.
The people from the 21 superpowers were all outstanding figures. Those geniuses who had been drowned out would cultivate in seclusion. Those people were not weak either. After several hundred years, even if only a small portion of them managed to reach the Insightful Emptiness Realm, it was still not a small number.
Therefore, the ranking of the Transformation Void Realm only represented one era, not the whole world.
The previous era was the era of Zhenren Jiuxiao, Changchun Zi.
This era was 500 years after Changchun Zi's death, which was the era of the current Sect Leaders.
The next generation should be Zhao Jiuzhou, Shenlang, and the others.
Shenlang and the rest had yet to mature. When Shenlang and the rest grew up, the Earth Board would change again.
Lu Hetu belonged to the same generation as the Sect Masters of the various sects.
Although Qingcheng School did not have a long history like the 21 forces, it still had a history of more than 2,000 years. Unfortunately, although Qingcheng School's ancestors had also produced experts at the Void Transformation Realm, there were too many gaps in between. Until now, Lu Hetu was the only person in Qingcheng School who had reached the Void Transformation Realm.
Although Lu Hetu was only at the Void Refinement Realm, he was not considered weak since he could enter the Earth Roll.
Lu Hetu's eyes were wide open. His expression was calm, and no one knew what he was thinking.
Seeing that Lu Hetu did not speak, the hall fell into silence again.
"Tian Xing and Wei Zhuang haven't returned yet?"
After a long period of silence, Lu Hetu finally spoke.
Mu Zhan Tian and the other three looked at each other and shook their heads. "Not yet."
Lu Hetu's heart sank. Calculating the time, Jing Wei Zhuang and He Tianxing should have returned long ago. Why hadn't they returned yet?
"Gather all the deacons and tell them to be on guard. I'm going out for a while."
"Yes."
Mu Zhan Tian and the other three responded.
.....
In the depths of a mountain that was like a paradise on earth.
The mountain was surrounded by clouds all year round. The mountain peaks towered into the clouds and pierced into the sky. It was like a celestial mountain.
On the ancient mountain path, a figure walked up step by step with a respectful expression.
Lu Hetu did not go to the other two sects. Instead, he went to the Xuantian Dao Sect that had always been in seclusion.
No one knew that the ancestor of Qingcheng School was actually a disciple of the Xuantian Dao Sect.
The ancestor of Qingcheng School broke the rules of the Xuantian Dao Sect and was kicked out of the mountain. However, that disciple did not complain. Instead, after founding Qingcheng School, he had been teaching that no junior of Qingcheng School was allowed to disrespect the Xuantian Dao Sect.
There was also a handwritten order that said, "Qingcheng School is not to be used unless it is a matter of life and death."
That handwritten order was given to him by the ancestor of Qingcheng School when he was expelled from the Xuantian Dao Sect.
The ancestor of Qingcheng School had very high expectations of him. If it weren't for the fact that he had made such a big mistake, he wouldn't have been expelled from the mountain.
The Dao Sect emphasized doing things without desires, not being ruthless. Therefore, although the ancestor of Qingcheng School was expelled from the mountain, he still left a trace of kindness. When he sent him down the mountain, he promised him that in the future, whether it was him or his descendants, the Xuantian Dao Sect would help him once.
This time, the Hades came fiercely. Lu Hetu could only grit his teeth and take out the handwritten order.
"Which fellow daoist has come to my Xuantian Dao Sect?"
An ethereal voice came from the top of the mountain.
Hearing the voice, Lu Hetu's expression became even more respectful. He cupped his fists and said, "Qingcheng School's Lu Hetu greets senior."
"What do you want?"
As soon as the voice fell, a figure walked out of the clouds and appeared in front of Lu Hetu.
The person was wearing a Daoist robe with mysterious patterns engraved on it. As the person walked, the patterns seemed to come alive and constantly took on various forms.
The Daoist had white hair and a ruddy complexion. He had a sage-like demeanor and looked like an immortal.
What surprised Lu Hetu even more was that the Daoist was actually walking in the air. He seemed to be walking on the ground, but he was actually floating in the air.
Lu Hetu respectfully took out the handwritten order of the ancestor of Qingcheng School from his sleeve and said, "Immortal senior, our Qingcheng School has encountered a great disaster. Please help our Qingcheng School get through this difficult time."
Whoosh!
The handwritten order in Lu Hetu's hand instantly disappeared.
Then, the handwritten order appeared in the Daoist's hand.
After the Daoist read it, he nodded and said, "This is indeed the handwritten order of our sect's elders. Follow me up the mountain."
.....
Mysterious Heavenly Palace.
Xuantian Dao Sect's guest hall.
The Xuantian Dao Sect's Sect Master, Ling Daoxuan, sat high up in the main seat.
Lu Hetu sat down cautiously, waiting for Ling Daoxuan's reply.
"This time, I can help Qingcheng School once, but the Hades are not inferior to our Xuantian Dao Sect. If we don't give them a satisfactory answer, I'm afraid our Xuantian Dao Sect will be in a lot of trouble.
What is the cause of this matter? Tell me in detail. If you hide anything, you'll have to fend for yourselves. "
Ling Daoxuan said indifferently.
Although the Xuantian Dao Sect was not as overbearing as the other 21 major forces, they were not too polite to Qingcheng School. If it were not for the handwritten order, the Xuantian Dao Sect would not have bothered with Lu Hetu.
Originally, the Xuantian Dao Sect was a secluded sect. When Great Emperor Qianwu rose to power, the Xuantian Dao Sect did not make a move. From this, one could see how quiet the Xuantian Dao Sect was.
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