From space to the world, it takes trillions of years

Deep in the vast lake of one million miles, the three branches and thirteen families of the Qingxuan lineage meet.

A large bronze bell rose from the lake, and in a blink of an eye, the rays of light illuminated all directions.

As the bell rang, a magnificent sound spread across a radius of 100,000 miles.

He composed a poem with deep emotion: "On Qingxuan Mountain, the Taoist tradition has risen and fallen for 8,400 years.

After Dan Heng, his disciple Tan Meng finally obtained the golden elixir and was able to inherit the legacy.

All the people of Qingxuan Sect who have reached the foundation building stage or above come here to discuss matters."

Then a stream of light turned into thirteen strands, flying to the thirteen residences of Xuanyu respectively.

It contains a part of Qingxuan's unique skills, which can only be practiced by the leaders of each sect.

Such secrets will naturally dispel their doubts.

With the power of the golden elixir and the secret method of transmitting sound, it is enough for the cultivators of the thirteen sects to hear about it.

As for places further away, they are beyond the reach of Jindan cultivators.

The stream of light was faster than the sound of the bell, and in a blink of an eye it fell on the place where the leader of Lingxu Sect was practicing.

The sect leader is an unprepossessing middle-aged man, who is in the late stage of foundation building.

His actual age is over 300 years old, and he is the uncle of Lanxuan Zhenren Wang Chonglin.

When that magnificent voice fell, he frowned slightly and transmitted the message to Wang Chonglin and several other foundation-building cultivators in the sect.

The status of his nephew in the sect rose rapidly.

If nothing unexpected happens, Wang Chonglin will have four foundation-building disciples. There has not been such a grand occasion since Qingxuan separated.

The person who used those methods just now must have been a Jindan cultivator.

However, this golden elixir did not come from any of the thirteen families of Xuanyu. Instead, it was the resurrection of a predecessor who lived thousands of years ago. This was too unbelievable.

The real person had a very clear mind and guessed the whole cause and effect in an instant.

Could it be that the news of the blockade of the six sects in Yudong was obtained by contacting this senior in advance?

Now their faction has all the advantages, and they only need to make a breakthrough one day and raise a golden elixir, then they will be able to unify all the factions.

There were originally four living foundation-building cultivators in Lingxu Sect, and Wang Chonglin was the fifth.

Since Lingyi's death, two new masters have emerged in recent years, one of whom is Zhang Xuanji.

In terms of quantity alone, it is already on par with the Danhua School.

Therefore, the four sects in Yuxi have a total of twenty real people, and it can be predicted that the number will continue to increase in the near future.

As for the six sects in the east of Yu, they are scattered and weak, and are also being eroded and infiltrated. Currently, the number of foundation-building cultivators does not exceed fifteen.

If most of these people were not old guys over 200 years old and quite powerful, they would have been swallowed up by them long ago.

Suddenly a Jindan senior appeared, and the road ahead became confusing again.

Although he was worried, he had to listen to Jindan Zhenjun's words. As soon as everyone gathered, he set off to the southeast.

Wang Chonglin and Zhang Xuanji also heard the message and temporarily put aside their work and rushed to the gate.

Although the brother and sister Wang Zhiyi and Wang Zhili have not yet established their foundation, their cultivation in the late stage of Qi Refining is not weak.

All the foundation-building monks from various sects left the island, not only to show up in front of the True Lord, but also to get a bigger piece of the pie in the subsequent reconstruction of their sect.

The two were temporarily ordered to take charge of all matters major and minor in Danhua Market.

Seven days later, all the foundation-building cultivators from the thirteen families of Xuanyu gathered together.

This place has been created into an island out of thin air by Zhenjun Tanmeng using his magic power, covering an area of ​​about sixty miles.

The cultivators from the six sects in the east of the island and the four sects in the west of the island looked at each other coldly as soon as they met, and the atmosphere was tense.

The three Yu'nan sects are far apart from other sects and have less communication, but there are more greetings and courtesies.

Zhenjun does things without any dragging his feet.

He just gave one precious pill made from the flesh and blood of the demon king to each foundation-building cultivator.

Then he announced that the Qingxuan Mountains had been recovered, and everyone went back to build flying boats, packing up their disciples and assets and taking them to Qingxuan Mountains.

As for the foundation of Lei Yangze, Jindan Zhenjun did not take it seriously.

But they cannot give up just like that, and each of them needs to send out a foundation-building cultivator to stay behind.

Naturally, the six sects in Yuxi were unwilling to do so. The most they had for foundation-building monks was three, and the least was only one.

If more people stay in Leiyangze to build their foundation, their voice in the core of Qingxuan Sect will decrease.

If there are fewer foundation-building monks left, this place will fall into the hands of others.

Zhenjun Tan Meng didn't care about the arguments and just let them make their own decisions.

Although Master Tan Meng, with his prestige as a Jindan cultivator, was able to unite the various factions, it was difficult for him to bring them together as one.

If he wasn't worried that his thoughts would hinder his path, he wouldn't bother with these trivial matters.

After doing all this, Zhenjun Tan Meng did not delay any longer and immediately set off for Tanzhou.

As long as he doesn't die, no monsters will dare to cause trouble for the Qingxuan Sect.

The journey to August was uneventful.

Across two states and five regions, an extremely majestic mountain stretched out before Master Tan Meng.

This mountain is called Xianmoling. It is the highest mountain between Tanzhou and Danzhou, and it is also the biggest obstacle for creatures in this direction to travel to Danzhou.

What is surprising is that this mountain is thick and rugged, and looks like a broken millstone from a distance.

At first glance, there seems to be nowhere to climb, but when you get closer, you will see a thousand-foot cliff that rises straight into the sky, and almost half of the mountain stands above the clouds.

In the north-south direction, there are several extremely deep canyons, almost splitting the mountain into several pieces.

Legend has it that an immortal and a demon king fought here, and in the end the demon was inferior.

The immortal used a millstone-shaped immortal weapon to grind the flesh, blood, and soul of the Demon King, but the Demon King's blood also corroded the spirit of the weapon.

The spiritual light of the immortal weapon disappeared completely, and it turned into a useless object and was abandoned here by the immortal.

Of course, the legend may not be groundless, but it is unlikely that a real immortal will descend to this world.

Besides, the changes that seem like the laws of nature in the eyes of ordinary people are nothing more than a fight between ants in front of the powerful beings in the fairyland.

Some cultivators even speculated that these might be the remains of a powerful being in the seventh or eighth realm.

The seventh realm is fusion, and the eighth realm is Mahayana.

Mahayana is known as the ultimate state in the human world, and even in the spiritual world there are not many such people.

Who knows how many years have passed, and the powerful man at that time either disappeared in the wind under the heavenly calamity or ascended to become an immortal.

A piece of waste thrown away casually became an obstacle that could not be ignored by the Jindan cultivator on his journey to seek the truth.