In the Dao of the Human Realm, on the vast ocean, a five-masted ship rose from the horizon and slowly sailed over.
The sail was dazzlingly white under the sunlight. It was stretched taut and carried the rolling heatwaves like a large white bird carrying the ship across the sea.
If one looked closely, they would find that the mast was engraved with many mysterious runes that shone faintly under the sunlight. Thus, there was no need for a sailor to steer the ship. The sail automatically adjusted its direction and maintained its maximum speed without deviating from its course.
The people on the deck were all wearing Daoist robes and had extraordinary bearings. They gathered in groups of three to five and chatted happily. They even brought along many fruits and dried meat as snacks. It was a pleasant journey and they were temporarily freed from their daily cultivation to enjoy the sunlight and sea breeze.
Everything seemed so peaceful. An old man stood at the bow of the ship with his hands behind his back. However, he was frowning as he looked at the end of the sea.
Hearing the disciples' chatting and laughing, he sighed in his heart, 'Ai, the appearance of the Demon Star, I wonder how long this good scene will last. After this calamity, I wonder how many of these disciples will survive? '
Not to mention these disciples, even his cultivation was nothing in the face of the Great Tribulation of Heaven and Earth.
However, he could not say these thoughts to anyone.
He had only told his disciples that he wanted to bring them to the Myriad Phenomenon City to broaden their horizons. However, he was actually considering merging the entire Azure Sun Temple into the Myriad Phenomenon Sect.
After the battle of Black Cloud City, the Myriad Phenomenon Sect had suffered heavy losses. They had been recruiting disciples and did not reject anyone. However, as the sect master, he could only be an inner disciple.
Although it was said that it was better to be the head of a chicken than the tail of a cow, without a large ship, they would not be able to withstand this great storm. Once they died, everything would be over. They would not even be able to be the butt of a chicken.
At this moment, he raised his eyebrows and turned around, "Ling Xiaozi, go and call your Junior Martial Sister Miaozhen. We are almost at the Myriad Phenomenon Sect, we cannot miss this scenery!"
"Yes, master." A young and handsome Daoist immediately cupped his fists and thought, 'Master really loves Junior Martial Sister Miaozhen!'
He quickly walked down to the cabin, and suddenly everything was dark. He had to rely on his eyes to see the path clearly. Along the way, he could no longer hear the laughter on the deck. After walking a dozen steps, it was as if he had entered a deep and quiet world.
"But it's no wonder that you can cultivate peacefully in the cabin at a time like this. Such a temperament and bearing, in the words of Master, you really are a natural cultivator. To be able to pass through the second heavenly tribulation in such a short period of time, it definitely isn't luck. "His heart suddenly surged with a fervent desire to see her face.
In a quiet room in the depths of the ship, there was a pea-sized lamp with green smoke rising in spirals.
A Taoist wearing a crown was sitting cross-legged on a cattail hassock. Her body swayed slightly with the waves, but her eyes were closed and her expression was indifferent. She was completely immersed in her cultivation.
"Junior Sister Miaozhen, we're almost at the Myriad Appearance Sect. Master told me to call you." Ling Xiaozi's voice came from outside the door.
"Got it." Yang Miaozhen slowly opened her eyes and said softly, "Thank you, Senior Martial Brother. I'll be right there." Her voice was like the trembling of a zither, moving one's heartstrings in the darkness, but it was also as indifferent as her expression. She was like a calm and elegant zither, but she didn't ask for anyone who understood her. She played her own heartfelt song by herself.
"No need to be so polite, Junior Martial Sister." Ling Xiaozi was slightly disappointed, but he couldn't feel a trace of dissatisfaction towards this Junior Martial Sister Miaozhen.
A moment later, Yang Miaozhen walked out of the cabin and onto the deck. The dazzling sunlight caused her to squint her eyes. She saw her fellow disciples gathered at the bow of the ship, looking in the same direction.
It was midsummer, and the sun was blazing like fire. The hot wind blew against her face, and the sky was high and the sea was wide. Her mood couldn't help but warm up, and her mind broadened along with her horizons.
She could only see clear and crystalline waves flickering with the undulations of the sea, spreading all the way to the horizon. Water vapor evaporated, and the air became misty. At the end of the horizon, between the clouds and the heatwaves, a magnificent metropolis floated like a mirage.
"That's the Myriad Appearance Sect …" Yang Miaozhen muttered to herself. Even if she wholeheartedly pursued the Dao, and her heart was like an ancient well, she couldn't help but be shocked by this scene. Suddenly, she couldn't help but laugh. If he was here, he would definitely laugh at her for not seeing the world!
Then, a wave of confidence rose in her. "But I'm no longer the Yang Miaozhen from back then!"
Ascending from the small world to the human world was like coming from the cabin to the deck and seeing the endless sea in an instant. Only then did he realize how small he was at the beginning, and that the invincible Chivalrous King who shook the world was only a strong cultivator. It was only in the small world that he seemed so strong. Maybe his real cultivation base was even weaker than her master's!
She couldn't help but look at the old man at the bow of the ship and cupped her hands in greeting. The old man also smiled and nodded at her.
Her master, Daoist Master Qing Yang, was a Yin Spirit cultivator who had crossed four heavenly tribulations. He established the Qing Yang Temple with his own strength, but it was only a small sect in the human realm.
She heard that she was about to arrive at the Myriad Appearance Sect. She stared at the mirage at the end of the sea and sky. A person who had crossed four heavenly tribulations could only become a disciple. Only a Yang Spirit cultivator who had crossed five heavenly tribulations could become a Successor Disciple.
However, it was only a disciple. Above them, there was the Human Immortal Sect Leader who had crossed six heavenly tribulations, and the True Immortal Sect Leader.
True Immortal was already an unfathomable and inconceivable existence for her. It was also the goal that she had been pursuing all her life.
She didn't know if he was still trapped in the small world. No, with his ability, he probably had already broken free! Or he had already returned to his hometown, the Nine Regions that he spoke of. Or he had also ascended to the six paths of reincarnation. Maybe he was also in the human realm! Or maybe he would meet him again one day in the future.
"But, don't you dare bully me like before!"
While Yang Miaozhen was gazing into the distance and reminiscing about the past, someone was also staring at her. Her face, without makeup, had a kind of beauty that could topple cities. Her hair was tied up in a high bun, revealing her snow-white neck. Her figure was tall and slender, and she had a graceful bearing like a crane.
However, between her indifferent eyes, there was always a trace of gentleness. Her tall figure, wrapped in a Daoist robe, exuded an even more mature charm. That was the mark left behind by being a wife and a mother. Many people in the Qing Yang Temple couldn't believe this and were deeply shocked. They couldn't imagine what kind of man could make her devote her life to him.
At that time, she just said it indifferently, without the slightest bit of concealment. She just wanted to reduce some trouble.
"No matter what kind of man he is, he is already separated from you by two different worlds. He can't keep up with your footsteps and is no longer worthy of you. In the future, the one who will be by your side must be me." Ling Xiao silently made up his mind and walked toward Yang Miaozhen.
Yang Miaozhen sighed inwardly. Some trouble was inevitable.
After all, although the small world was small, those who could become one of the top ten beauties were also at the standard of one in a million. Although she hadn't seen much of the world, she had instead nurtured a kind of bearing and confidence.
Moreover, she was able to stay indoors for twenty years in a world where Spirit Qi was thin and martial artists dominated. She wholeheartedly cultivated and pursued the Dao. Her talent and temperament were not what ordinary Golden Core cultivators could compare with.
When the two were combined, her charm was naturally born.
The great ship of fortune gradually sailed closer to Wanxiang City. The misty and rippling mirage gradually became clearer and more spectacular.
"Junior Sister Miaozhen, do you know what the most powerful cultivation technique of Wanxiang Sect is?" Ling Xiao came up to speak.
"I think it's called the" Wanxiang Heavenly Book "." Yang Miaozhen pondered and said.
"That's right. The" Wanxiang Heavenly Book "contains countless heavenly books. Every one of them can allow one to cultivate to become a human immortal." Ling Xiao also couldn't help but reveal a look of envy. The cultivation technique he was currently cultivating was far inferior to any of the heavenly books.
Yang Miaozhen listened attentively. She was still very concerned about matters related to cultivation like this. The other disciples gathered over too.
Ling Xiao became more and more excited. "However, there's another saying that the" Wanxiang Heavenly Book "is a whole entity. Not only is it the collective name for all heavenly books, but it also contains all cultivation methods and paths in the world. All heavenly books have been derived from it. It's exactly because of this "Wanxiang Heavenly Book" that the Wanxiang sect can still prosper despite the war. "
"Speaking of which, a great battle broke out between the Wanxiang sect and demonfolk not too long ago. The Demon domain sent out the twelve Demon Emperors to surround the city with an army of several million. The will of the Taowu Demon God descended. That battle was extremely brutal. Even over half of the Yang Spirit true disciples were killed. They were almost wiped out. It was all thanks to their first senior brother, Li Qingshan, that they forced back the Taowu Demon God. Just now, they managed to turn the tables. "
He was not bold enough to compare himself to the first senior brother of the Wanxiang sect, but he was still the first senior brother after all!
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