This is a desolate place, where yellow sand carries heat, steaming the entire world.

The evil creatures that survived within turned into a cloud of blood mist as the wind and sand swept by.

It fell onto the yellow sand, forming a scorched black patch.

There were no birds in the sky, and no living creatures on the sandy ground.

All life was swallowed up, leaving nothing behind.

silence.

Suddenly, the wind picked up, and the yellow sand was carried away by the wind.

A hand suddenly emerged from beneath the yellow sand.

Slowly, a boy covered in blood, looking like a corpse, crawled out of the yellow sand.

He looked up, and beneath the withered grass, his face, stained with sand and blood, was filled with resentment.

Those eyes were lifeless, yet seemed to hold a desperate rage.

"Tai! Yi! Men!"

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Taiyi Sect is the leading righteous sect in the cultivation of immortality.

Located in the heart of the Tianyu Continent, it has a history of ten thousand years and has awe-inspiring all directions.

It has a main peak shrouded in clouds and mist, as well as four side peaks that embrace each other.

The main peak is the most magnificent mountain located right in the center.

The mountain is covered in snow from the middle section onwards, and the end is not visible. Only the lower half of the mountain can be seen, where several magnificent palaces have been built.

Carved beams and painted rafters, cranes flying in formation.

Today, the square in the center of the palace at the foot of the main peak is filled with many people.

There were mortals and immortals, and everyone's face was filled with longing and anticipation.

Above the plaza, there are more than a dozen cone-shaped fairy stones with their pointed ends pointing downwards.

Apart from the three stones at the very front that are uninhabited, each of the other celestial stones has a white-robed immortal standing on it.

Their faces showed both youth and old age.

Without exception, they all possessed profound cultivation levels.

Two of these people are at the Nascent Soul stage, while the rest are at the Spirit Transformation stage.

These people are all the ancestors of the Taiyi Sect, and this grand ceremony is the Taiyi Sect's once-every-ten-year selection ceremony for disciples.

Logically speaking, ten years is nothing more than a fleeting moment in the eyes of cultivators.

Even if selecting the next generation is a major event for the sect, there's no need for the elders to appear.

However, this year is different.

"Will an ancestor really appear in Chonggong?" One of the Nascent Soul cultivators standing on the Immortal Stone asked another Nascent Soul immortal beside him with an expectant tone.

"The two senior brothers haven't shown up yet, that should be correct."

From their conversation, it's clear that besides the Taiyi Sect members, an important figure will also be making an appearance today.

These two are already considered Supreme Ancestors within the Taiyi Sect. The only person they can address as Ancestor is Dongxu.

The Tianyu Continent of today was destroyed by a great war between good and evil ten thousand years ago, leaving it with spiritual energy that, while not exactly sparse, is not abundant either.

In mainland China today, the Void Realm is already the highest level.

Even those who have transcended tribulations have not yet appeared, let alone those who have ascended to the Mahayana stage.

Those who wish to ascend to heaven must reach the late stage of Mahayana Buddhism.

On this continent where even the tribulation has not yet occurred, ascension is already a legend.

"If you say that Chonggong is transcendent, why is an ancestor here this time? Is it really what the sixteenth generation Tianjizi said?"

"Who can guess what the Ancestor is thinking? We are all inner disciples of the Chonggong Sect. What the Ancestor wants is beyond our comprehension."

The one who had spoken first fell silent, but continued to murmur, "Will the path to heaven open in this world?"

The other person naturally heard his words as well, and a look of longing appeared in his eyes, but it was quickly extinguished.

They have cultivated for thousands of years, but they are only at the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm. It is difficult for them to advance any further, so how can they dream of ascension?

His gaze fell on the young faces in the square, and a hint of jealousy appeared in his eyes.

Could it be these ants who haven't even undergone body tempering?

"Could the person you're talking about be the Cold Immortal Ancestor?"

Upon hearing this, the Nascent Soul Ancestor suppressed his indescribable thoughts, and his eyes showed longing and reverence: "If it is Ancestor Leng Xian, then the two of us should certainly pay her a visit."

Although they are all members of the inner sect of Chonggong, or rather, in today's cultivation sects, whether righteous or demonic, all those with the Nascent Soul cultivation level are members of the inner sect of Chonggong.

However, there are three Void Realm Ancestors in the inner sect of Chonggong. Strictly speaking, Taiyi Sect belongs to the Lengxian lineage among the three Void Realm Ancestors.

In addition, there are two lineages: Demon Ancestor and Pure Heart Ancestor.

The reason why their Taiyi Sect is revered as the number one righteous immortal sect is because they belong to the Cold Immortal lineage.

"I guess it's Leng Xian. I heard that Leng Xian came out of seclusion some time ago and has reached the Great Perfection of the Void Realm. She should be going out to travel in the world this time, which is her habit."

Just as the two were talking, a colorful sunset suddenly appeared in the distance, its dazzling appearance attracting the attention of mortals and low-level cultivators below.

The next moment, the owner appeared on the three previously empty immortal stones.

On either side were two men who looked to be no more than twenty years old, dressed in elegant white robes.

However, on the very center of the immortal stone, there was only a wisp of white mist.

However, upon seeing the person shrouded in white mist, the other cultivators on the immortal stone all wore expressions of reverence.

"Greetings, Elder Cold Immortal."

Their voices, though seemingly soft, carried far, startling the mortals and low-level immortals below.

When they finally realized what was happening, their faces lit up with fervor. Regardless of their cultivation level, they all prostrated themselves on the ground and shouted, "Greetings, Ancestor Leng Xian!"

As they shouted, the fairy stone descended slightly, enough for the people in the square to see who was on it.

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