The two frightening dragons were killed in an instant. The young Daoist sensed something in his heart. He let out a sound of surprise and was surprised.
As the Startling Dragons knew the art of concealment, it was difficult for ordinary demons to discover their tracks. Furthermore, they flew quickly, so even if they exposed their flaws, they could escape in time.
Not only that, these dragon demons were also extremely intelligent. When the two of them moved together, they would not usually move together. Instead, they would move one after the other. That way, if something happened to one of them, the other would be able to return and report.
However, they disappeared together this time, which made him feel that it was extremely unusual.
In such a situation, it was very likely that the enemy was much stronger than them, so they were killed before they could react.
"Oh, I might have encountered a Demon Saint this time. No matter what, there's nothing wrong with being careful. It's better to report to the sect first."
The young Daoist sent a warning to the disciples around him. Then, he patted his sleeves and stood up, saying, "Little cat, let's go."
The little white tiger leaped onto his shoulder.
With a thought, a sword light enveloped his body, and he fled towards a mountain range tens of thousands of kilometers away.
The Western Wastelands was close to the Shocking Sky Mountain. It could be considered the Shaoqing Sect's backyard. Even though many of the Grotto-heaven's people had gone to compete beyond the sky, at least one would stay behind to watch over this place.
Recently, the Shaoqing Sect's Elder Feng Xuanzhao had been watching over this place. The cloud light where he was drifted erratically, as if it was flashing rapidly. It was as if all the changes in the world had happened in an instant.
The young Daoist arrived at this place. As he went deeper into the mountains, he gradually understood something. Unknowingly, he stopped and stood there quietly. When he came to his senses, he realized that the sun was already leaning towards the west. He blinked his eyes. He didn't want to delay things just because he wanted to understand something.
However, since it was already too late, he was no longer in a hurry. He walked up the mountain unhurriedly and arrived in front of the temple. He landed and greeted the disciple on duty. After a while, he was summoned and entered the inner room. He saw a middle-aged Daoist sitting on a praying mat, his body shining like stars. He knew that he could not look at him for too long, so he lowered his head and bowed. "Disciple Chu Ziqian greets Spiritual Master Feng."
Feng Xuanzhao looked at him and said, "Un, I remember you. Not too long ago, you were ranked first in the evaluation of contributions, and you even debated with quite a few of your fellow disciples. You really made quite a name for yourself."
Chu Ziqian, on the other hand, was not embarrassed at all. He said in a carefree manner, "This disciple borrowed a lot of external help this time and was criticized by many senior and junior brothers for not being the only way to use the sword. I am also a person with a temper. I have no choice but to discuss it with my fellow disciples. "
Feng Xuanzhao sighed. "Though we Shaoqing cultivators are sincere in our pursuit of the sword, if we insist on doing so, we will fall into a trap instead. If we were to encounter a life-threatening situation, wouldn't we use a magic treasure that could save our lives? I, Shaoqing, also need to set up the mountain gate array and use spiritual opportunity to cultivate. Speaking of which, these are all external objects. Do I have to give them all up? From this, it could be seen that the so-called 'only using the sword' was actually 'using the sword as the most important thing', and not just abandoning the sword. I don't care about other things. As long as I understand what's important, there won't be any hindrance. "
When Chu Ziqian heard this, he immediately puffed out his chest and said, "This disciple understands. The next time someone mentions it, this disciple will say the same. "
Feng Xuanzhao laughed. "You can use my name if you want, but I will test you once every half a year. If your cultivation doesn't improve, I will take away one of your external objects."
Chu Ziqian blinked. How could he not know that Feng Xuanzhao was intentionally giving him pointers?
In terms of lineage, though he was Xun Huaiying's grand-disciple, he cultivated the Extreme Sword. There were not many pointers that could be passed down to him. Feng Xuanzhao, on the other hand, was the only remaining elder of the Extreme Sword lineage. If he could receive some pointers from him, it would save him a lot of trouble. Chu Ziqian bowed and coughed. "This disciple doesn't have many external objects. I hope that Feng Xuanzhao can go easy on me."
Feng Xuanzhao laughed. "That will depend on yourself."
With a wave of his hand, a sword ray flew off the jade platform. "I'll let you study this sword ray. I will take it back after half a year."
This time, he wasn't acting on a whim, and it was instead because he'd just noticed that this disciple of his was actually able to comprehend something by merely relying on a strand of his aura. That was why he'd aroused such thoughts.
Chu Ziqian allowed the sword ray to enter his glabella and bowed again. "Thank you, Feng Xuanzhao."
Feng Xuanzhao's expression turned serious. "I remember that you were on duty outside. What did you discover when you came to my place?"
Chu Ziqian did not hesitate and immediately told him what he had encountered Just Now. In the end, he said, "Disciple's two Startling Dragons were able to put up a fight even if they encountered Yuanying cultivators. Yet, they were killed at the same time. Aside from Demonic Sages, I'm afraid that it would be difficult to achieve such a feat."
Feng Xuanzhao pondered.
After the wasteland became an oasis, many demons had come to invade. This was something that the Shaoqing Sect was happy to see, but so far, no Demonic Sages had come to invade.
This was not surprising. The Heaven Ghoul Race might have many Demonic Sages, but they were backed by the entire Western Absolute Domain and had a huge population. They were spread across the entire continent, so it was like a stone thrown into the sea. It was not very eye-catching.
According to the Shaoqing Sect's previous estimates, the mountains and rivers here Just Now had regained some vitality. There were still very few living beings here, and most of them were birds and insects. They were not very attractive to Demonic Sages. They had thought that it would take at least a hundred years for such demons to come. They did not expect to encounter them so soon.
However, all of this was just a guess. He had to see it for himself to make a judgment.
He said, "I will go there to take a look in a moment. Go down and pass on my orders. Order the disciples to return to the forbidden formation. Before I return, they are not allowed to go out."
Chu Ziqian raised his hand and bowed, saying, "This disciple understands."
After Gong Shichu parted with Song and Wu, he headed for the Eastern Wasteland. Even though he had a flying and teleportation artifact, he was afraid that the cultivators of the Nine States would notice, so he did not dare to use it. Instead, he used an escape talisman that Kong Ying had given him. His speed was not slow either. About a year later, he finally reached the Eastern Wasteland.
The country furthest west was Fuxiang. However, when he reached the borders of this country, he found that something was wrong. Many Eastern Wasteland Profound Cultivators came and went on flying boats. Occasionally, he saw one or two Qi cultivators flying past. That was not all. Almost every palace city was protected by a great formation.
He could not help but be shocked. Yuliangism had learned from the Bull Dragon that the Hundred Nations of the Eastern Wasteland and the cultivators of the Nine States had already formed an alliance. However, he did not expect that the two sides were in such collusion. He could not help but feel a little worried about this trip. However, since he was already here, there was no turning back. He could only grit his teeth and continue.
After that, he became even more careful. He specially chose the desolate mountains and rivers to walk through. His journey was bumpy, and it took him another few months to reach the borders of the Eastern Wasteland.
This place was where the capital of the God Nation was. It could be considered his ancestral land. However, looking at the mountains and rivers here, his eyes were very calm.
He had been cultivating in the Jun Chen World since he was young. He did not have any special feelings about this world. Even before he came here, he did not know much more than the other two True Lords.
He did not choose to enter the city. Instead, he looked to the south. There was a long shadow of a mountain there. The ridge of the mountain was undulating and winding, like a giant dragon lying on the ground. He thought, 'The Henglong Mountain that Grandpa mentioned should be here.'
The Gong Family walked out of this mountain at first. Later, this place was regarded as a secret ancestral land. Because there was a qi and blood barrier left behind by the three High Priests, it was impossible for anyone who was not a member of the Gong Family to enter the Stone Gate. Moreover, this place was the last retreat of the Gong Family. There were many treasures buried in the mountain.
However, he did not come here to take anything. He came here to prove his identity.
If he wanted to negotiate with the Gong Family, he first had to gain their trust. He was indeed the descendant of the High Priest, but there was no proof. No one would believe him easily. However, after passing through the Stone Gate, no one would doubt him anymore. There was an advantage here. The Gong Family would not let outsiders come here. He could avoid the eyes and ears of the cultivators of the Nine Continents.
Just as he was about to fly over, he frowned and suppressed his magic power.
After a while, several rays of light flew over. Among them, there seemed to be a few people who casually glanced over. However, because the difference in cultivation was too big, no one could discover his existence.
However, there were many cultivators of the Nine Continents here. After standing for a while, several groups of cultivators flew over.
Gong Shichu thought about it, took out a pill and swallowed it. This pill was to suppress his aura. Although he could do it with his magic power, if he met cultivators of the same generation, there was a high chance that he would be exposed.
After the pill dissolved, he saw that there were no more movements in the sky, so he burrowed into the ground in the direction of the Horizontal Dragon.
A day later, he arrived at the foot of the mountain. Following the instructions of the High Priest, he quickly found the location of the blood and Qi barrier. When he got close, he immediately raised his finger and cut his wrist. Immediately, a pool of blood flowed out.
He was conferred the title of a True Monarch, so he could naturally travel with his dharmakaya. However, this time, in order to enter this place, he had to bring his physical body.
As the blood dripped, the blood and Qi barrier also melted, revealing a door. He immediately stepped inside. He only felt his body tremble slightly, and he successfully arrived in a valley.
He saw a waterfall falling from a height of thousands of feet, rumbling. Whether it was near or far, almost the belly of the mountain was hollowed out and built into a solid stone mansion.
When he arrived here, because he did not conceal his aura, it immediately alerted the guards in the valley. With a flash of blood light, a white-haired old man appeared. He was obviously in the Mystic Enlightenment realm. He looked at him and found that there was no vigorous blood and Qi on his body. Instead, his aura was very similar to that of the cultivators of the Nine Continents. He was surprised and asked in a deep voice, "Who are you? How did you get here? "
Gong Shichu followed the ancient etiquette and put his hands together. He bowed and said, "Don't be alarmed, Clan Elder. I am not an outsider. I am the third generation descendant of the High Priest, Gong Shichu."
"What? The High Priest's descendant? "
The old man was full of shock. He stared at Gong Shichu with his eyes wide open. He did not speak for a long time, as if he was digesting this news.
After a long time, he said in a deep voice, "You can pass the blood and Qi barrier so easily. It is enough to prove that you are a descendant of the Gong family. However, you said that you are the High Priest's descendant, but what proof do you have?"
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