(Third Update)
Supreme Saint-level cultivators stood at the pinnacle of the Tianyuan Sacred Realm. They were the ultimate cultivators, but there were very few of them.
In the Xuanyuan Realm, there were only three or four Supreme Saint-level cultivators in such a large realm.
Two were Xuanyuan Sage and Xuantian Divine General of the Xuanyuan Dynasty, and the other two belonged to the Black Absolute Palace and the Wuchen Hall.
The Taixuan Realm was the head of the Nine Realms and was the most powerful. The Ancient Suppression Realm and the Tianlin Realm were considered equals, but they were still somewhat inferior.
Even so, there were definitely no more than six Supreme Saint-level cultivators in the Taixuan Realm.
In the vast majority of Sect forces, the strongest cultivator was half a step into the Supreme Saint-level.
The Ancient Shura Clan had been a famous Sect in the Taixuan Realm, because its leader, the Ancient Shura King, was a powerful cultivator half a step into the Supreme Saint-level. His combat ability had reached the elite seven-star level, and he was one of the strongest among the many half a step into the Supreme Saint-level cultivators.
But now, thousands of years had passed, and they had lost a powerful cultivator like the Ancient Shura King, and had a powerful cultivator like the Rakshasa King with ill intentions. No one knew how the Ancient Shura Clan was doing now.
Had it disbanded?
Disappeared?
Or did it still exist?
If it still existed, so what?
Daluo City was one of the many cities in the Taixuan Realm. It was a large city, and there were many clans and sects in the city. They were clearly divided, but they also secretly competed with each other for resources and so on.
But not all forces were located in Daluo City, especially Sect forces, which were often located outside of Daluo City.
Tai Luo City was a city, and also the name of a territory. With the huge city as the center, everything within a radius of several tens of thousands of miles belonged to Tai Luo City. It was the territory of the city.
North of Daluo City was a section of the Taixuan Mountain Range, called Mount Daluo. It was easy to remember the name.
In fact, many cities were related to the Taixuan Mountain Range. After all, the Taixuan Mountain Range surrounded half of the Taixuan Realm.
Mount Daluo was only a section of the Taixuan Mountain Range, perhaps only a few tenths of it, but it was still very large. Its highest peak was more than six thousand meters high. At a glance, there were dozens of peaks, and the higher they were, the higher they were, the more ethereal they seemed to be shrouded in clouds.
There were quite a few Sects within Mount Tai Luo.
The lowest peak was about two thousand meters high. It was located in a remote area with sparse vegetation. The fluctuation of the Qi of Heaven and Earth was also relatively weak. Compared to the other peaks, it was much worse.
Generally speaking, there wouldn't be any Sect that would choose such an environment where the vitality was relatively thin as a Sect, but there was one on this mountain peak.
A figure appeared at the foot of the mountain and walked up the broken stairs step by step.
This flight of stairs was very long, but there were gaps everywhere. It looked like it had been affected by some kind of battle. The traces were still very fresh, so it was possible that the battle had happened not long ago.
An old and somewhat dilapidated mountain gate stood halfway up the mountain. It was mottled with many scratches and holes, as if it was on the verge of collapse in the wind. It was unknown when it would collapse.
At the foot of the mountain gate, two figures were leaning against the mountain gate with a lazy look. They looked like two young people, but they did not have the vigor that young people should have. Instead, they were full of decadence.
At this moment, a figure quickly walked down from above.
"Senior Brother Lin, where are you going?" One of the disciples on the right raised his head and asked in surprise.
"Junior Brothers, this is the last time I will call you Junior Brothers." The person walking down from above had a bitter expression. "I can't stay here any longer. Farewell."
After saying this, this person passed through the mountain gate. His footsteps were even faster as he quickly descended.
"Sigh, another one has left." The disciple who had asked the question let out a long sigh, his expression miserable.
"Coward." The other disciple spat and said angrily, "A few years ago, he swore to live and die with the sect."
"That's right. Even if he wants to leave, he should wait until after the Zenith Gathering." The disciple on the right sighed.
"The Zenith Gathering? Do you think we still have any hope?" The disciple on the left sneered.
"I don't know how long our sect can last …" The disciple on the right was like a snake that had its spine pulled out. He was even weaker now, leaning against the mountain gate as if he was about to slip and fall.
"Who knows? Anyway, I've already decided. When we really can't hold on and disband, I'll go back and do business with my father." The disciple on the left let out a long sigh. "Anyway, I'm not cut out for cultivation. Otherwise, I'll make those traitors regret it."
When the word "traitor" was mentioned, a hint of hatred appeared in both of their eyes.
If it weren't for the traitors, even if the sect was gradually declining, it wouldn't have fallen so quickly. At the very least, it could have held on for a little longer, unlike now where the people's hearts were scattered.
At the foot of the mountain, a white-robed figure with a long sword at his waist was walking up the mountain at a moderate pace. His expression was calm and his eyes were deep.
The person rushing down the mountain looked at the person climbing up the mountain in surprise. If it were any other time, he would have greeted the person, but now, it didn't matter.
The two figures passed each other quickly. Looking back slightly, he could see the figure rushing down the mountain. It seemed that the person was running away, and his back looked a little embarrassed.
Looking away, Chen Zong continued to climb the mountain.
Gradually, Chen Zong saw a dilapidated ancient mountain gate. There were three big golden words on it: Asura Sect.
Chen Zong followed the information given by the Ancient Asura King. After arriving at Tai Luo City, he went straight to the Heaven Response Tower. The Heaven Response Tower was spread all over the Profound World and was the most well-informed force in the Profound World.
If he wanted to know any information, he could just ask the Heaven Response Tower. Of course, he had to pay a corresponding fee. The fee was closely related to the secret and preciousness of the information.
If even the Heaven's Response Pavilion didn't know about this, then it was almost impossible for others to know about it. Except for a few well-hidden secrets belonging to various powerful sects, only the masters of various sects had the qualifications to know about it.
The Ancient Asura Sect that Chen Zong wanted to ask about was not a secret, nor was it a precious information. Therefore, the fee was not high.
Now, Chen Zong came to find him.
The Asura Sect!
Not the Ancient Asura Sect!
This was caused by the unforeseen event many years ago. The sect had declined, and even its name was no longer as glorious as it used to be.
From the dilapidated steps and dilapidated ancient mountain gate, as well as the dispirited spirit of the two disciples guarding the mountain gate, Chen Zong could tell that the Asura Sect, or the Ancient Asura Sect, was not in a good situation. It could even be said that they were in a terrible and terrible situation.
The two disciples guarding the mountain gate also saw Chen Zong.
A stranger!
There was no insignia of any sect on his robe.
In an instant, the two of them saw him clearly. They immediately stood straight with a smile on their faces.
"Hello, Sir. May I ask what brings you to our Asura Sect?" The disciple on the right asked in a neither servile nor overbearing manner.
They called Chen Zong 'Sir' because Chen Zong looked very young, about the same age as them. He didn't seem to be a disciple of any sect.
"Is the Asura Sect recruiting disciples?" Chen Zong asked with a slight smile.
Chen Zong already knew about the Ancient Asura Sect, which was the current Asura Sect, from the Heavenly Response Tower.
Swaying in the wind and rain!
Then, he should do his best to fulfill the Ancient Asura King's last wish and revive the Ancient Asura Sect. At least, he should let it continue to pass on its legacy and not disband and disappear in the long river of time.
Then, how could he save it?
At least, he had to become a member of it.
When the two disciples guarding the mountain gate heard this, they were completely stunned.
Was he here to join the sect?
Was he hallucinating?
During this period of time, all they heard and saw were the disciples leaving the sect. Some were poached by other sects, some left on their own to join other sects, and some left to make a living.
In short, no matter what it was, there were only those who left, but no one came to join the sect.
Therefore, the two of them felt that it was inconceivable and that was why they were so surprised.
"What? Is the Asura Sect not accepting disciples now? "Chen Zong asked again.
"Sir, do you know about the current situation of the Asura Sect?" The disciple on the right immediately asked.
"I've heard about it." Chen Zong said.
"Then, sir, you should know that the Asura Sect is in a precarious situation now. Disciples are constantly leaving the sect. Now, there are only a few dozen people left in the sect, from the Sect Leader to the Elders. We don't know when the sect will disband." The disciple on the right said again.
Of course, it was a good thing that someone wanted to join the sect. However, with the sect's current situation, and the other party had heard about it, but still wanted to join the sect. This was different.
If he really did join the sect and regretted leaving, it would be a huge blow.
There was another concern.
"Sir, tell us your real purpose." The disciple on the left's eyes became cold and sharp, and a strong aura filled the air. It immediately locked onto Chen Zong. That aura contained a kind of evil spirit, although it was very faint.
Obviously, under these circumstances, no normal person would want to join the sect, unless they had other motives.
Naturally, Chen Zong's action was suspicious.
Chen Zong's expression did not change when he was locked on by the two Qi filled with murderous intent. This was because the cultivation of these two people was very low. They were only half a step away from the Saint level. There was a huge difference between them and him.
How could an ant shake an elephant?
"I sincerely want to join the Asura Sect. Please inform the Sect Leader." Chen Zong said with a faint smile.
Under the pressure of the two people's auras, Chen Zong's expression didn't change. Instantly, the two people's expressions turned serious.
"Fine, I'll inform the Elders and see what your purpose is." The disciple on the left snorted coldly. Then, he took out an item and transmitted it to the Sect Elder.
Not long after, a strong aura appeared and approached at an alarming speed. Chen Zong also saw a figure appear at the top of the stairs. Like a flash of light, the figure rushed down rapidly.
Chen Zong knew from the fluctuation of the aura that this person was a Sixth Heaven Saint Realm expert. Well, at least for many cultivators, this person was a strong expert.
Of course, to him, this person was nothing.
After all, Chen Zong's cultivation had reached the peak of the Ninth Heaven Saint Realm.
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