With a smile on his face, Yuan Zhexian waved his hand gently, then turned around to face the crowd. His voice was calm and gentle, but it carried an undeniable majesty: "Today, the Tianyan Sword Sect has become the number one sect in the cultivation world, and my cultivation has reached the ninth level of the Earth Immortal Realm."

His words were like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, causing a huge uproar. Everyone stared at him in astonishment, their eyes filled with disbelief.

Yuan Zhexian seemed unconcerned about the crowd's reactions. He continued, "Next, I will take Taixu back to my family to cultivate in seclusion until I break through to the Immortal Realm and ascend to the Immortal Realm."

His words were like a thunderclap, exploding in everyone's ears.

The crowd exchanged bewildered glances, a sense of awe rising within them.

They couldn't help but wonder what kind of family Yuan Zhexian came from, that could have produced such a powerful figure as Yuan Zhexian.

Just then, Yuan Zhexian suddenly waved his sleeve, and dozens of mythical emperor pills radiating dazzling light, as well as several top-grade spiritual treasures shimmering with strange light, appeared in mid-air like shooting stars.

The powerful aura emanating from these pills and magical treasures shocked everyone present.

Yuan Zhexian looked at these treasures, smiled slightly, and then said to Sheng Qingzhou, "Consider these things as the foundation of the Tianyan Sword Sect."

Upon seeing this, Sheng Qingzhou immediately knelt down and said with tears of gratitude, "Thank you, Ancestor, for your gift!"

Yuan Zhexian nodded, then gently pointed at Sheng Qingzhou's forehead.

A golden light suddenly appeared on Sheng Qingzhou's forehead, like the first ray of sunlight in the morning, warm and gentle.

Yuan Zhexian slowly said, "This is the first level of the Supreme Sword Scripture, the Great Void Sword Scripture, which is enough for you to cultivate to the realm of immortals."

Upon hearing this, Sheng Qingzhou trembled with excitement. He knelt down again and said in a slightly trembling voice, "Thank you for your grace, Ancestor!"

Finally, Yuan Zhexian slowly glanced at everyone. His gaze was like a gentle spring breeze, yet it carried an indescribable majesty.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, he finally spoke: "I hope you will all cultivate diligently and continuously improve your strength. If fate allows, we may meet again in the Immortal Realm."

His voice wasn't loud, but it resonated in everyone's ears like a booming bell.

Upon hearing this, everyone bowed and said in unison, "We will certainly remember the teachings of our ancestor and dare not slacken in the slightest."

Before he finished speaking, Yuan Zhexian smiled slightly and, along with Yuan Taixu, vanished from the council hall like a bolt of lightning.

Seeing this, everyone felt extremely reluctant, but they could only bow again and shout in unison, "Respectfully bidding farewell to our High Ancestor and Young Ancestor!"

Just then, Yuan Zhexian and Yuan Taixu appeared silently in the secret chamber like ghosts.

Yuan Taixu looked around, then turned to Yuan Zhexian with a puzzled expression and asked, "Master, weren't we going to your family? Why are we suddenly here?"

Yuan Zhexian looked at Yuan Taixu, a complex emotion that was hard to detect flashing in his eyes. He said softly, "Taixu, in fact, your master is not from the cultivation world, but comes from another world, a world called Nine Heavens and Ten Earths."

Upon hearing this, Yuan Taixu was struck dumb. His eyes widened, his mouth gaped open wide enough to fit an egg, and his face was filled with disbelief.

Clearly, what Yuan Zhexian said was completely beyond his comprehension, making it difficult for him to accept the fact for a while.

Immediately afterward, Yuan Zhexian paused briefly before continuing, "Back then, I was unfortunately caught in a spatial rift during a battle."

His voice was low and tinged with emotion, as if that experience was still vivid in his mind.

"After that, it will be up to you to rescue your master."

At this moment, Yuan Zhexian looked at Yuan Taixu with a serious expression and asked, "Taixu, I ask you, are you willing to go to my world?"

"If you are unwilling, I will not force you, but you must remember not to tell anyone what I have said today."

When he heard his master ask him if he was willing to go to his master's world, he answered without hesitation: "My grandfather passed away thousands of years ago. Now in this cultivation world, I have no other attachments except for you, Master."

Yuan Taixu's tone was firm and resolute, and his gaze was fixed on Yuan Zhexian without the slightest hesitation or doubt.

Seeing Yuan Taixu's resolute attitude, Yuan Zhexian felt a warm current welling up in his heart.

He smiled and nodded, indicating his satisfaction with Yuan Taixu's answer.

"In that case, Taixu, let's go home together with Master!"

Yuan Zhexian's voice conveyed a sense of intimacy and warmth.

Having said that, he turned and strode towards the spatial rift.

Seeing this, Yuan Taixu quickly followed behind, not daring to fall behind even a step.

As the two figures gradually disappeared into the spatial rift, the once calm space seemed to ripple slightly, as if trembling in acknowledgment of their departure.

The moment the two stepped into the spatial rift, the enormous rift vanished without a trace in the blink of an eye, as if it had never existed, as if it had been swiftly closed by an invisible hand.

At the same time, the barrier of the secret chamber seemed to have lost its support, and the moment the spatial hole disappeared, it quickly dissipated like ice and snow meeting the scorching sun.

Just then, in the void of the Heavenly Evolution Sword Sect, the mysterious old man's figure reappeared without warning, like a ghost.

He stood silently in the void, emanating an aura that was impossible to ignore, as if he were the master of this world.

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