While Xie Qingyun summoned Lin Yao in the Azure Cloud Palace to make the final preparations for the Sword Sect's expedition to the west, a story was also happening on the other side of the Eastern Region.
The spirit vein of Mount Zhong.
The main mountains of the Candle Dragon Hall were crowded with people day after day, and it was extremely lively.
Recently, the flames of war between the human and demon races had been raging. Apart from bringing a tense atmosphere to this sect, it also made this sect more lively than before. Cultivators came and went, and resources were transferred frequently.
The more lively the main mountain was, the more deserted the back mountain where Ancestral Master Wang Daode was.
If this Ancestral Master had not taken in a disciple a few years ago and barely added some liveliness to the back mountain, it would have been extremely cold.
However, such a cold scene seemed to be something that Wang Daode did not care about.
He had always been a "weirdo" in the eyes of everyone. He did not like to cause trouble and seemed to only have those few citrus trees in his eyes.
Wang Daode stood quietly in front of the citrus trees and stared at the small trees that he had taken care of for many years in a daze.
"Master." At this moment, a gentle voice came from behind him.
The old man nodded and sighed. "I heard from your Ancestral Master Zhao that the Central Spirit Region is gone?"
"Yes, the Central Spirit Region's Daoist Sect Huan Ling is actually a sect of Demons. The high-level cultivators are all Demons and Fiendish Cultivators.
Under their cooperation, the 10,000-year impregnable Longcheng Pass fell overnight. "The owner of the voice was Wang Daode's only disciple, Mo Yan, who was dressed in black.
He reported the situation with incomparable respect and solemnity.
"I also heard that other than the Sword Sect, the other Daoist sects are preparing to temporarily give up on the Central Spirit Region?" Wang Daode's eyelids twitched non-stop, and his heart trembled slightly.
Mo Yan lowered his head slightly. "This is their decision."
"Stop the losses in time."
Wang Daode laughed inexplicably. The meaning of his laughter was difficult to understand.
"Do you know which sect is the strongest among the Seven Dao Sects?" He suddenly asked.
Mo Yan was stunned. He did not understand why his master suddenly asked that. He thought carefully and said carefully, "Is it the Tai Qing Palace?"
The orthodoxy of Dharma cultivators had always been the loudest in the cultivation world.
Logically speaking, as a Dharma cultivator sect, the Tai Qing Palace should be the strongest, right?
The old man shook his head and asked, "Do you know how many people there are in the Sword Sect?"
"More than three thousand." Mo Yan quickly replied.
The Sword Sect had always been the most unique sect in the entire cultivation world.
"Then do you know which sect in the entire Human Realm is the one that you can't afford to offend the most?"
"Sword Sect." Mo Yan answered without hesitation.
"Why?"
"Sword cultivators establish their sects by killing. Therefore, the disciples of the Sword Sect all seek revenge for the smallest grievances. They are the most murderous, and the most 'unreasonable'. The style of the sect is simple but fierce." Mo Yan said.
"In other words, he's the most willing to go all out." Wang Daode summed it up.
Mo Yan nodded lightly, and he felt that the words' going all out 'were extremely apt to describe the Sword Sect.
Ordinary sects, not to mention the level of Dao Sect, even if they were just top sects, when faced with all kinds of disputes, they would start to be "afraid of the slightest thing", calculate all kinds of gains and losses, and act rationally.
But the Sword Sect was different.
No matter what, the Sword Sect had always acted on impulse.
The most famous example happened in Chang 'an.
At that time, the human race had just finished the first Daoist-Devil War and was in the ascendant stage. The Sword Sect had also suffered great losses and was recuperating and accumulating strength.
At that time, there was an extremely powerful Savage Shaman Tribe in the western grasslands of the Eastern Region. There was even a Realm Nine Shaman in the tribe. At that time, they could be considered one of the few forces in the Human Realm.
In order to refine a magic artifact, the Realm Nine Shaman ordered his tribesmen to slaughter the surrounding tribes. He accidentally slaughtered a cultivation clan under the Sword Sect.
At that time, the Sword Sect sent an envoy to denounce the Savage Shaman Tribe, demanding that they hand over the culprit and offer a humble apology.
However, the Savage Shaman Tribe had always been unscrupulous. In addition, the act of slaughtering the tribes was ordered by the Realm Nine Shaman himself. If he handed over his subordinates just like that, what would his tribesmen think of him?
Not only would he not be rewarded for helping you, but he would also have to pay with his life?
Wouldn't he lose all his prestige in his tribe?
Moreover, the Sword Sect was in an unprecedentedly weak state at that time. How could they go to war for a mere subordinate?
On the contrary, he could use the incident of going against the Sword Sect to increase his reputation.
With these considerations in mind, the Realm Nine Shaman made a decision that he would regret for the rest of his life.
He chased away the Sword Sect's envoy and sent a message back, "A warrior prefers death to humiliation."
Thus, the Sword Sect fulfilled his wish.
The Sword Sect mobilized all of their forces and sent out most of their forces to the Savage Shaman Tribe.
The Savage Shaman Tribe was terrified. The Realm Nine Shaman hurriedly asked for peace.
However, it was too late.
There was no turning back. Once the sword was unsheathed, it would be stained with blood.
The Sword Sect cultivator fought for half a month, from the edge of the Savage Shaman to the center. In the end, he killed his way to the Realm Nine Shaman and replied to him.
"If you want dignity, you can exchange it with your life."
Then, the Realm Nine Shaman was beheaded by the Three-Foot Sword.
The Savage Shaman Tribe, which had once flourished, was completely destroyed because he had accidentally killed a small cultivation clan under the Sword Sect.
Of course, the Sword Sect paid a huge price for such a glorious ending.
When the Sword Sect was at its weakest, the expedition further weakened the Sword Sect's strength. It even caused the Sword Sect to be in a precarious situation for the next thousand years. They almost fell from their position as a Dao Sect.
But what came along with that was the concept of 'those who offend my Sword Sect will be annihilated no matter how far away they are.' After that incident, it was completely imprinted in the hearts of all the cultivators in the world, and it caused all of them to carefully consider the situation when facing the cultivators of the Sword Sect.
What truly chilled the hearts of all the cultivators in the world was that during that expedition, not a single cultivator in the Sword Sect raised any objections.
The entire sect declared war.
There would not be a second sect like this in the world.
.....
"However, it's not enough to go all out. Even if a five-year-old child doesn't care about his life, can an adult man fear him?" Wang Daode asked.
Mo Yan was stunned. He seemed to have understood something. "Master, what do you mean?"
"The Sword Sect only has 3,000 people and is so domineering. However, they can make the sects in the world fear them like tigers," Wang Daode said leisurely, "At the end of the day, it's because the Sword Sect is the strongest Dao Sect in the land of the human race."
"The Seven Dao Sects are established in the world, so there must be a strongest one. However, the world has never heard of the strongest Dao Sect. It's also because the strongest Dao Sect is the Sword Sect."
"If it were any other Dao Sect that possessed such strength, they would have vigorously promoted this name."
"However, the sword cultivators of the Sword Sect have always only cared about the sword. They never cared about these empty titles, nor did they need these empty titles. Naturally, they would not take the initiative to promote it.
As for the other six Dao Sects, it's even more impossible for them to take the initiative to promote the prestige of other sects. That's why this situation happened. "
"However, although they didn't publicize it on the surface, everyone knows the strength of the Sword Sect."
"I see …" Mo Yan heaved a long sigh and sighed emotionally.
Wang Daode turned around and looked at Mo Yan. His eyes were filled with emotions that had never been seen before. "Ever since the first Ancestral Master of the Torch Dragon Hall, Wang Puxian, our greatest goal has been to lead the Torch Dragon Hall to become a Dao Sect."
"However, due to various factors, including the fact that the position of Dao Sect is already full, the suppression of the Supreme Purity Palace, our lack of strength, and the territorial war … In short, the matter of Dao Sect has always been far away."
He chuckled softly. "However, the opportunity has come."
Mo Yan's body trembled and he immediately understood what Wang Daode meant. He exclaimed, "Master, you want to … reinforce the Central Spirit Region?!"
"The Spirit Huan Sect is the sect of the Demons. Naturally, it's no longer a Dao Sect of the human race. In that case, there's an empty position in the Dao Sect of the human race."
"The Central Spirit Region also lacks a Dao Sect now."
"Since they've chosen to give up on the Central Spirit Region, if we can reinforce the Central Spirit Region and defeat the Demons, the Torch Dragon Hall will become the overlord sect of the Central Spirit Region."
"The Western Region's Shanhai Pass has chosen to give up on the Central Spirit Region, but the Torch Dragon Hall won't let go!" Wang Daode's voice became more and more agitated.
"Can we really defeat the Demons?" Mo Yan asked instinctively. "That's a region of Demons. In the face of this force, the Torch Dragon Hall … might not be enough."
"Isn't there still the Sword Sect?"
"Sword Sect?"
"There's naturally a reason why the Sword Sect can become the strongest Dao Sect in the world. If we learn from the Sword Sect, even if we can't become a Dao Sect, it's definitely not wrong!" The old Daoist said firmly.
"Furthermore …" The old man paused for a moment as his eyes flickered with a hint of confusion and worry. He muttered, "I have to consider if this is the only chance that the Torch Dragon Hall will have in this lifetime."
It had been too many years.
The Torch Dragon Hall had been on the same spot and even retreating. The Dao Sect was right in front of them, on the other side of the river. However, it was so far away that they could not find a bridge to cross the river.
Now, a bridge was right in front of them. Even if they were not sure if the bridge would collapse halfway, they could only brace themselves and continue forward.
Because if they missed this bridge, no one knew if there would be another one.
"I've already discussed it with Zhao Yuding and Yan Hanqing. The three of us will stay in the Western Region and Shanhai Pass. As for the rest, they will follow the Sword Sect to support the Central Spirit Region."
"The reason why I'm telling you this this time is because the Torch Dragon Hall and the Sword Sect are in the Western Region and the Eastern Region respectively.
However, this time, our support to the Central Spirit Region will definitely be led by the Sword Sect. We must follow the Sword Sect's instructions and establish a connection with the Sword Sect. "
"As for you, you have a close relationship with the Sword Sect's Young Master, Lu Qingshan."
"Therefore, I'll leave the matter of establishing a connection to you."
"Also …" Wang Daode's voice suddenly stopped.
Mo Yan, who was still in shock, raised his head and looked at his master blankly.
The green-robed old Daoist closed his eyes as if he was deep in thought.
In the next moment, Wang Daode pressed two fingers together and wiped them between his brows with trembling hands.
Thus, a faint flame mark appeared between his brows and gradually outlined a golden light.
The golden light gathered and condensed into a dot. It slowly left Wang Daode's forehead and floated in the air.
In a flash, the golden light dissipated.
A gray, bean-sized black seed appeared in front of Mo Yan.
Wang Daode waved his hand, and the black seed floated towards Mo Yan. In an instant, it merged into Mo Yan's forehead and disappeared.
"This is?" Although Mo Yan was puzzled, he was not worried.
He knew that Wang Daode would not harm him.
"Fire Seed, the Fire Seed of the Longevity Fire." Wang Daode's eyes were still closed. "I'll give it to you."
"Longevity Fire?!" Mo Yan was shocked.
Who among the cultivators of the Torch Dragon Hall did not know about this fire?
This was the Heavenly Fire that the founder of the Torch Dragon Hall, Wang Puxian, had grasped. It was the Heavenly Fire that was ranked in the top three on the Heavenly Fire Ranking.
However, the Longevity Fire had disappeared along with the fall of the founder, Wang Puxian, and had never appeared in the world again.
Most people thought that the Longevity Fire had disappeared, and Mo Yan thought so too.
However, he did not expect that the fire seed of the Longevity Fire would appear in front of him. What was even more unexpected was that Wang Daode would give this incomparably precious fire seed to him.
"You're my only disciple, and the Longevity Fire is something left behind by my father. It's only right for me to give it to you. There's no need to make a fuss." Although Wang Daode did not open his eyes, he 'saw' his disciple's surprise and said.
"When the founder, Wang Puxian, died, the Longevity Fire lost its longevity, so it suddenly extinguished and did not reignite for ten thousand years." The old Daoist said slowly, "In recent years, I have refined this fire seed again. Its vitality has been restored, and the Longevity Fire can reignite at any time."
"Your Burning Body can refine the Heavenly Fire in the world, and use the divine power of the Heavenly Fire to nourish yourself."
"As the third on the Heavenly Fire Ranking, once the Longevity Fire reignites and you refine it, you will definitely have a meteoric rise. This is your fortune and opportunity," Wang Daode added.
He had already finished what he needed to say. He turned around, waved his hand, and said slowly, "Leave."
"Also, come back alive."
Mo Yan felt that Wang Daode's voice and expression today were full of fatigue, and his entire state was extremely strange. It was as if … as if a dying old man was saying his last words to a junior.
"Okay." Finally, he nodded hard, and his throat was a little dry.
He cupped his fists and bowed to his master, then left and went down the mountain.
The moment Mo Yan left, the old Daoist's arms suddenly drooped down. They were soft and limp as they rested weakly by his side.
He was lost in thought, and no one knew what he was thinking.
"I can't learn Li Qiubai's ability to open the Heaven Gate and open the path for the sword cultivators of the world. Even opening the path for you is so difficult."
"Don't blame me for being useless."
Wang Daode finally opened his eyes.
Blood flowed out of his eyes like a waterfall, dripping and terrifying.
If he wanted to reignite the Longevity Fire, he had to reach the Longevity Point.
'I'll exchange my longevity for its longevity.'
.....
At some point, a green-robed Daoist appeared silently beside Wang Daode.
It was the Ninth Realm cultivator, Zhao Yuding of the Candle Dragon Hall.
"Little Uncle, is it worth it?"
"It's not about whether it's worth it or not. The reason why the Sword Sect can become the strongest Dao Sect in the world is because they're willing to go all out. What's wrong with me going all out like the Sword Sect today?"
"But what if this is a dead end?"
"I'd rather make a mistake than do nothing."
“.....”
"Rustle, rustle, rustle."
At this moment, the few citrus trees planted in the Qi meridian of the Candle Dragon Hall in front of the old Daoist suddenly moved without wind, making rustling sounds.
The two Daoist hurriedly looked at the citrus trees.
At this moment, the withered branches and leaves on the trees seemed to have accelerated the passage of time, and were completely withered and falling off at an unimaginable speed.
However, at the same time that the old leaves fell off, the new buds that had just sprouted not long ago also became lush and lively at a speed visible to the naked eye, turning from tender green to bright green.
There was a rich fragrance coming from the bright green leaves.
The green-robed old Daoist's heart trembled violently. He raised his right hand that had little strength left, and pushed aside the bright green leaves to look inside.
His eyes that were still bleeding were tearing up at this moment.
There, a small white flower bloomed.
It was already a thousand feet of ice on the cliff, and there were still beautiful flowers.
She was laughing in the bushes.
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