Ink panel: Hunting the sun and surveying the sky from the bow.

Shen Qing raised his head leisurely, and saw towering mountains standing in the clouds before him.

Above the peak, yellow clouds are lingering like golden silk. The rays of light burst out from the gaps between the clouds, coating each peak with a layer of brilliant golden light, dazzling the eyes.

At the foot of the mountain, many believers with yellow scarves wrapped around their arms were kneeling devoutly. Each of their faces was solemn, making the ordinary square look particularly solemn.

The air was filled with smoke from incense, and the atmosphere was extremely prosperous.

Wisps of green smoke slowly rose towards the distant sky, interweaving with the rosy clouds and glow of the mountain top, and surprisingly had a fairy-like aura.

Shen Qing reached into the treasure bag on his waist and took out a seemingly ordinary mirror.

He touched the mirror lightly with his fingertips, and circles of light blue light spread out, slowly reflecting his figure in the mirror.

These days, after Shen Xiaohu's continuous and in-depth transformation, the psychic mirror now has the ability to communicate face to face.

Shen Qing gathered his mind and said according to the method given to him by Shen Xiaohu: "Xiaohu, it's me. I have successfully arrived at Huangtian Holy Mountain!"

His voice was low and clear, as if it carried an irresistible force that crossed thousands of mountains and rivers and arrived at another place.

After a moment of silence, Shen Xiaohu's slightly excited face was seen through the spiritual mirror: "Brother Qingzi?! You're here? Wait for a while at the foot of the mountain, I'll report to the elders."

The image of Shen Xiaohu in the psychic mirror suddenly disappeared.

Shen Qing put away the psychic mirror and waited patiently.

Seeing that it was still early, he walked through the bustling crowd and approached the devout believers who were kneeling in worship.

These followers of the Huangtian Sect have dark complexions, small and thin bodies, and their hands are clasped together with enlarged joints. One can tell at a glance that they work frequently and are not much different from ordinary farmers.

They kept muttering some words about God blessing, which made him curious.

Shen Qing walked up to an old man who had just finished kneeling, stopped him, and asked sincerely: "My dear father-in-law, I am a traveler from afar. I just heard of the name of Huang Tian Sect and I am very curious. Can I ask you why you chose to join Huang Tian Sect?"

The haggard old man raised his head, a trace of helplessness flashed in his eyes. He looked around and said, "Alas, young master, you don't know. We are refugees who can't make a living. You see, some of them can't stand the heavy taxes of the government, and some are harassed by demons and have no home... Everyone heard that this is the home of Huang Tianxian, so they came here to settle down and seek a way to survive."

Hearing this, Shen Qing continued to ask: "There are so many places in the world, why did you choose this place?"

The old man was surprised and asked, "Haven't you heard of that prophecy?"

Shen Qing had a hunch, but he was still not sure. He asked, "What prophecy?"

"The sky is dead, and the yellow sky should stand. If you are born in Jiazi, the world will be prosperous."

The old man sighed and said, "Look at the world today. The government is corrupt, demons are rampant, and the people are suffering. Heaven is no longer able to protect us. The emergence of the Huangtian Sect is in line with the will of heaven and is to replace Heaven. Perhaps under the rule of the Huangtian Sect, it won't be long before the world will usher in true peace."

"This has spread completely, and everyone believes it. If you don't come now, it will be too late later."

Shen Qing's face was slightly stunned. He had expected that those twelve words would have some impact, but he didn't expect the impact to come so quickly.

At this time, a young woman took over the conversation, her eyes sparkling with piety as she said, "You may not know yet, but I heard that the Taoist master has been reincarnated after his death, and will soon return to his position, with a Holy Son returning to teach. In the future, my Huangtian Sect will surely prosper."

Son?

Shen Qing was puzzled. He continued to ask calmly, "What Holy Son?"

The woman shook her head, a trace of confusion on her face: "We don't know the details."

Shen Qing was curious.

As he was speaking, the sky suddenly became extremely heavy, as if an invisible force was brewing a huge change.

Everyone's eyes involuntarily turned to the holy mountain in the distance.

The place that has always been regarded as sacred and inviolable by the Huangtian Sect is now undergoing incredible changes.

The originally lush green mountains were now covered by rolling yellow clouds. These yellow clouds were not ordinary clouds. They were mixed with wisps of indescribable spiritual energy.

Shen Qing's keen sense detected that there were wisps of pure spiritual energy mixed in the yellow clouds.

As the yellow clouds surged, they seemed to have life, slowly descending from the sky, spreading out along the winding stone steps, dyeing the entire mountain road with a layer of golden color.

This sudden vision made everyone present hold their breath.

Many devout believers could not help but kneel down, constantly clasping their hands together and praying in their hearts.

At this moment, a solemn and majestic drum sounded from the other side of the holy mountain, striking everyone's heart.

Even someone like Shen Qing, who was at the Soul Realm, felt his heart pounding.

As the drum beats became more rapid, three middle-aged men in yellow robes walked steadily from the mountain gate, stepping on the yellow clouds.

Behind them were the leaders of the Huangtian Sect who held prominent positions. They held weapons in their hands, had solemn expressions, and were full of dignity.

Further back, there were dense crowds of believers, who were dressed in the same yellow clothes, holding incense sticks and chanting something.

When this group of people walked up to Shen Qing in a mighty manner, the whole scene suddenly became quiet, with only the sound of the wind and the faint singing of birds in the distance.

The three elders looked at each other and then shouted in unison: "Welcome to the Holy Son!"

This cry seemed to stir up the emotions in countless people's hearts.

Behind them, the leaders and believers also knelt on the ground, repeating the elders' calls. The voices rose and fell, echoing in the valley.

Shen Qing stood there, shocked by this sudden scene and a little overwhelmed.

The old man and the woman who had just talked to Shen Qing were also shocked when they saw this, and then they were filled with countless surprises.

They never imagined that the young man in front of them was actually the reincarnation of Huang Tian Daozhu and their Holy Son.

Many people looked at Shen Qing curiously, and felt that Shen Qing was indeed handsome and talented.

Shen Qing looked at the many Huangtian Sect members in front of him, and his doubts deepened.

He knew very well that he was not a born saint, nor was he the reincarnation of a Taoist master.

Huang Tianjiao must have other purposes for this action.

Shen Qing silently took a step back: "I..."

A kind-looking elder stared at Shen Qing with his deep eyes, and quickly interrupted him and said, "Son of Heaven, you must have been tired from the journey. Please follow us back to the mountain gate. You are the one destined by Heaven, and everyone in the Huangtian Sect is looking forward to your return."

Shen Qing noticed the deep meaning in the other person's eyes and knew that they had a lot to say.

It was a good opportunity for him to see what they were up to.

Now that his injuries have basically recovered, it is expected that these people will not be able to trap him.

Shen Qing gradually calmed down, looked at the people from the Huangtian Sect in front of him, nodded, and accepted the respectful welcome from them.

"Holy Son, please!"

An elder slowly stretched out his hand and motioned Shen Qing to go forward.

Shen Qing smiled slightly, returned the greeting, and then followed the people of Huangtian Sect and stepped onto the stone steps leading to the mountain gate under the ardent and admiring gazes of countless believers.

When he stepped onto the yellow cloud, he felt that the cloud under his feet was as thick as substance. After sinking slightly an inch, it actually gently dragged him up and slowly moved him up along the stone steps.

Shen Qing felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity when he saw this, and couldn't help but smile in his heart: "This Huangtian Sect is quite interesting." After him, the three elders of the Huangtian Sect and other leaders followed closely.

After a while, after passing through the solemn mountain gate, the scenery in front of us suddenly became clear, and the Huangtian Sect's temple came into view.

It is magnificent, surrounded by clouds and mist, like a fairyland on earth.

Rows of buildings are lined up one after another, and the scale is almost comparable to the Imperial Palace in Kyoto.

Shen Qing didn't quite believe that this was the work of the Huangtian Sect.

With his sharp eyes, he could see that these buildings were full of traces of time if he looked carefully. Many places on them were very mottled, as if they had gone through a long time.

You know, the Huangtian Sect has only appeared in the past decade or so.

Judging from the signs, it is absolutely impossible that they built it.

In the center of the dojo, Shen Qing unexpectedly met his long-lost cousin, Shen Xiaohu.

Shen Xiaohu was dressed in Huangtian Sect's attire, his face was firm, his eyes sparkling with excitement and admiration.

He walked up quickly, grabbed Shen Qing's hand, and said excitedly: "Brother Qingzi, you are finally here! You don't know, I have missed you so much these years!"

Shen Qing looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar young man in front of him and couldn't help but sigh.

It's only been five or six years since we last met, but I didn't expect Shen Xiaohu to have changed so much.

As always, he inherited the excellent looks of the old Shen family, with a dignified appearance and a hint of scholarly air.

He had only sensed this kind of temperament in Zhang Shuyuan, the bookworm.

While the people around him were not paying attention, Shen Qing took a step forward and lowered his voice and said, "Xiao Hu, do you know what's going on?"

"Are you talking about the Holy Son?"

Shen Qing nodded silently.

"Speaking of which, this is related to the prophecy you told me. It can be said that the Huangtian Sect breathed a sigh of relief thanks to this prophecy."

Hearing this, Shen Qing was quite surprised.

Shen Xiaohu said solemnly: "Anyway, it's not a bad thing."

Seeing Shen Xiaohu being so serious, Shen Qing gradually realized that the position of the Holy Son might not be what he originally thought.

Just as Shen Qing was deep in thought, the three elders of Huangtian Sect came over.

With kind smiles on their faces, they gently said to Shen Qing: "Holy Son, you have just returned to the Holy Church. We invite you to the Tianji Hall to discuss important matters."

Shen Qing looked up and saw the three elders looking as if they were smiling.

He felt something in his heart and knew that something serious was about to happen.

"it is good."

Thinking of Shen Xiaohu's words, Shen Qing nodded happily and followed the three elders towards Tianji Hall.

He walked silently behind the three elders, keeping all his spiritual power hidden.

If anything unexpected happens, he can react quickly and escape far away with the help of the tripod.

Although Shen Xiaohu said it was okay, we should not have the intention to harm others and we should always be on guard against others.

People always change.

So many years have passed, and Shen Xiaohu is still not the same Xiaohu as before, and Shen Qing doesn't dare to make a 100% promise to himself.

So it’s better to be careful.

The three elders seemed to have noticed Shen Qing's little thoughts, but did not take them too seriously.

Shen Qing followed the three elders to the 'Tianji Hall', one of the core places of the Huangtian Sect.

There is a wide open space inside the Tianji Hall.

There is an exquisite stone wall hanging in the center.

It is engraved with a circle as a whole, with intricate routes in the middle and the trails of stars visible.

At first glance, it makes one dizzy, and there is a heart-pounding mysterious aura emanating from the surroundings.

Even though Shen Qing had reached the realm of spiritual cultivation, he didn't dare to look at him any more, for fear that his spiritual realm, which had just been repaired, would be injured again.

He quickly looked away and didn't look any further.

Under the stone wall, several chairs are placed in an orderly manner.

There is one in the center and three on each side.

"please!"

The three elders led Shen Qing to sit on a chair on the left, and they also chose their own seats, facing each other.

"Holy Son, there are forty-nine heavens, and one of them is human. At the time when our Huangtian Sect was facing life and death, the prophecy you said brought a glimmer of hope and change to our Huangtian Sect." The elder sitting in the center, with white hair and beard, was the first to speak: "It just so happened that we heard from Shen Qushuai that you wanted to surrender to our Holy Sect. This is all destined."

Shen Qing's eyes flickered when he heard this.

Could those twelve words I said really cause such a big stir?

Shen Qing was half-believing and half-doubting. He said inconspicuously: "What do you mean by this, elder? Shen Qing is just an ordinary man. How can he be called the Holy Son?"

An elder on the right said with a kind smile: "Holy Son, there is no need to be humble. The prophecy you mentioned has been found in the ancient books of our religion. The ancient books record that when the Taoist master dies, a holy son will be born. You just happened to follow the destiny."

"real or fake?"

"of course it's true."

Shen Qing saw the rapid changes in the three of their eyes and didn't want to beat around the bush with them anymore.

He got straight to the point and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, there is no one else here right now, so let's be frank."

"I, Shen, have never believed in free lunches. If there are any, they are equal exchanges. To get something, you must pay the same price."

Shen Qing paused and said slowly: "So, what do you want to get from me?"

The three elders looked at each other and smiled, "The Holy Son is indeed a man who escaped from Ji Zikong's hands. He is indeed extraordinary."

Shen Qing urged the spiritual power in his body and said, "Why? Do you also want to dig out the secrets of me like Ji Zikong?"

The three elders shook their heads and changed the subject, saying, "Holy Son, do you know why the Huangtian Sect was able to emerge out of nowhere and reach its current level, even challenging the Ji Family?"

"I am all ears."

"In fact, you have also noticed that the buildings on this holy mountain were not built by us. The buildings here are actually the places of the Taixuan Sect that existed in ancient times, nearly two thousand years ago. We happened to discover them by chance more than ten years ago." (End of this chapter)