On the central axis of Wanxiang City, there was a majestic hall whose height was second only to the sky. Along with it, there was a large cluster of buildings on the mountainside. It was dazzling and extraordinary. The sky had the aura of ascending from the bottom, but this cluster of buildings had the aura of descending from the top.
If the Wanxiang Sect was compared to a country, a country of cultivators, then Wanxiang City would be the capital. This cluster of buildings was similar to the 'Forbidden City', an administrative center like the 'Senate'. It was responsible for handling all matters within the city or within the country. It was called the 'Direct Inheritance Hall'.
As the name suggested, it was the hall of direct disciples. The Wanxiang Sect was jointly ruled by direct disciples, so one could imagine its status. All the internal affairs of the sect had to be handled here, including the disputes between the true disciples.
In the main hall of the Direct Inheritance Hall, a female cultivator was furrowing her brows and writing at a rapid pace.
She wore a luxurious purple dress, and her black hair was tied up high like clouds, complementing her snow-white skin. She was a rare peerless beauty in the world. However, her expression was solemn and dignified, and her temperament was dignified and noble. She had the demeanor of an empress.
The nine feet long table in front of her was located on the central axis of Wanxiang City and even the Direct Inheritance Hall.
It was the third senior sister, 'Dai Mengfan', who was in charge of the Direct Inheritance Hall.
No matter who was the eldest senior brother, she would always be the third senior sister. Therefore, she was called the 'eternal third senior sister' in private, or the 'eternal third senior sister' by the other direct disciples.
If the 'eldest senior brother' was the ruler of a country, controlling an army and conquering everywhere, then she would be the prime minister of a country. Then she would be the Prime Minister of a country. She would have to attend to a myriad of affairs every day. All the internal affairs of the sect would be handled by her.
"Senior sister. Qing Yang Temple's Qing Yang Spiritual Master wants to see you. "
A female disciple tiptoed in and said softly. Perhaps because she was too busy, the third senior sister's temper had been getting worse recently, as if she had changed into a different person. In the past, she was gentle and friendly, talking and laughing, and was considerate to everyone. However, she was also dignified, making others not dare to offend her. Now, all the subordinates were careful when they saw her, not even daring to breathe loudly.
"I won't see you!"
Sure enough, Dai Mengfan didn't even raise her head. Her tone was filled with impatience.
In the blink of an eye, all the information about the Qingyang Temple — its origin, development, current situation, the names and cultivation of the chief and the main disciples — was in his grasp. He immediately came to a conclusion: What bullsh * t Spiritual Master Qing Yang? He's just an old piece of trash who can't survive the fifth heavenly tribulation in three thousand years.
However, his disciples, Ling Xiao and Miaozhen Zi, were worth recruiting, especially Miaozhen Zi. It was said that he ascended from an extremely small world, and in a short few decades, he reached the peak of Jindan Stage from the initial stage of Foundation Establishment.
Because the spiritual energy in the small world was thin, it was difficult to ascend. This kind of person's talent, temperament, and luck were usually very outstanding. Moreover, she was a female cultivator, so she was worth paying attention to.
If it was a normal day, she might summon it to take a look, but she wasn't in the mood right now.
Recently, there were more and more people like this. They refused to join the Wanxiang Sect properly and wanted special treatment just because they thought they were some lousy temple master. All of them came to her to annoy her.
But considering the image of the Nature Sect, he added, "You go and entertain them! Be tactful. " It was impossible to have special treatment. The Myriad Appearance Sect didn't lack an inner disciple, let alone a so-called genius.
"Yes." The female disciple accepted the order and left.
However, Dai Mengfan's brows furrowed even more tightly. Her gaze drifted about as she wrote furiously. However, her attention did not seem to be on the desk in front of her at all. Instead, she was thinking about something else.
Actually, no matter how complicated the matter was, it was nothing difficult for a Yang Soul cultivator to handle. A single thought from her could surpass the three days and three nights of contemplation of so-called sages among mortals.
Her true worry was actually the same as the Qing Yang Master's. It was the impending crisis of the world.
Her position was even higher than the Qing Yang Master's. She was closer to the "sky", so she could see more things. She could already smell the bloody scent of war, as well as the rotting stench of death.
With her talent and cultivation, she originally had the chance to become the "first senior sister", but the "monarch" had to preside over the war against the Demon domain. It was exactly to distance herself from war that she had always been the "prime minister" in peace. She, Dai Mengfan, was a noble. She cultivated arduously for the sake of longevity, not to throw her life away against demonfolk.
However, there were some things that she could not do anything about no matter how clever she was. Once the crisis of the world arrived, even true immortals would struggle to protect themselves, let alone a mere Yang Soul cultivator.
Not to mention the fact that a true immortal had already died the moment the Mars Daemon star had appeared. Regular cultivators might not be able to tell the difference between gods and the trichiliocosm, but she could.
Back then, she watched helplessly as the star erupted with bright light, tore through the sky, and fell towards the ground. In her raging thoughts, everything in her memories seemed so slow, basically falling inch by inch.
In the depths of the pitch-black sky, a scarlet star suddenly lit up. It gave her nightmares for a whole night.
From then onwards, she changed. Panic, anxiety, the impending crisis — in a flash of her thoughts, there were also the worries of fools among mortals, the worries that they could not resolve even after contemplating for three days and three nights. She was like a gambler who owed a loan shark money. The creditor would come knocking on her door the next day, and she would bring over a dozen thugs with her, yet she could not even produce a single cent.
The atmosphere of the entire Wanxiang Sect also changed. Guihai Lingzun closed the sky, no longer read any books, and no longer saw anyone.
The inherited disciples all began to cultivate desperately, or collect magic weapons to prepare for the great crisis. More and more small and medium-sized sects wanted to merge with the Wanxiang Sect.
But the strange thing was that the Ninth Heaven fell into silence, and the stars seemed to be shocked by the Mars Daemon star. For a moment, they did not know how to react, or what deeper plans they had.
Therefore, with the human immortals as the boundary, the cultivators below became restless, each looking for a way to survive, like ants before a rainstorm, climbing up the trees as much as possible. But the immortals and emperors above were completely silent, stingy and unwilling to issue a decree to explain the appearance of the scarlet star in the sky. No one knew what they were planning.
In this complexity and silence, there seemed to be an invisible string stretched taut. The moment it broke, everything in front of her would collapse.
Moreover, she had a very bad premonition that was tormenting her. It seemed that something bad would soon befall her, and the worst thing was that she could not be sure if this was just a normal panic, or if it was real.
She could only work hard to focus her thoughts on the work in front of her, and gain a sense of control over her fate. Her right hand drew a series of afterimages, and the printing machine filled up the white paper. Just when she felt that she was about to succeed, the female disciple Just Now walked in again, immediately interrupting her thoughts.
"What now?" There was a hint of anger in her voice.
"Third Senior Sister, Spiritual Master Qing Yang has a female disciple, he said that she is an old friend of Eldest Senior Brother," the female disciple said with a trembling voice.
Dai Mengfan stopped writing and looked up. "Really?"
"That's what he said."
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