The headquarters of Wanfatongxuanmen is still located in the belly of Shiping Mountain and is a secret forbidden area for the mortal beings.

The temporary headquarters of Fanshengdao is the site of the original Tongxuanmen located on Zhongtai Peak, which is the Tongxuanmen that once led Fanshengdao thousands of years ago but was later destroyed.

However, recently some Fanshengdao practitioners have suggested that this place is too unlucky.

It is said that there was a bloodbath here in those days, and the remaining Tongxuan Sect monks, both inner and outer disciples, as well as their families, were driven together and slaughtered mercilessly, and the Taoist classics were also completely looted.

Precisely because of this, even though the spiritual veins and terrain nearby are first-rate, none of the foreign forces that later joined the Fansheng Dao established a base nearby.

Wei Dongliu doesn't care at all about the so-called "auspicious or unlucky" sayings.

That's enough. I'm not going to rule the mortal world for eternity or unify the human world... I'm just a ruthless chess piece, and I'll do whatever Taoist Luo from the Hell tells me to do.

Once I get the fragments of the Bu Tian Stone, Fan Sheng Dao will have no problem exploding on the spot the next second.

Thinking that he was too lazy to bother with anything, Wei Dongliu chose to temporarily settle down at the ruins of Tongxuan Gate as the temporary base of Fanshengdao.

On the way to Zhongtai Peak, he took advantage of Witch Jiang's inattention and secretly took out the communication jade slip to take a look.

Taoist Luo from the Hell sent him an enthusiastic letter of praise, saying that his process of unifying Mount Wutai this time was "decisive and ruthless" and "had the spirit of a heroic leader," and asked him to "keep up the good work" and "become the leader of the Demonic Path as soon as possible," leaving Wei Dongliu speechless.

Forget it, as long as you are happy.

He looked up again and saw that Witch Jiang wasn't paying attention, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

When we arrived at the Fanshengdao headquarters, we saw that the original broken walls and ruins around it had been repaired and many buildings had been completely renovated.

But there is still a sense of desolation and solemnity lingering around the ruins, which can never be shaken off.

Wei Dongliu savored it carefully for a moment and immediately knew that this was the breath of a heavenly calamity.

Someone must have refined some magic treasure here in the past, and it must have been a heinous crime, which brought down the punishment of heaven.

Although the lingering breath of heaven's thunder is harmless, it will make any life instinctively feel panic and fear - just like animals are afraid of fire.

When he arrived at the main hall of the sect, Wei Dongliu saw that all the cultivators above the Jindan realm had gathered there, waiting for the instructions from Sect Master Wei.

Wei Dongliu roughly counted and found that there were about a hundred Yuanying elders.

It cannot be compared with Kunlun, Shushan and Penglai. After all, the Fansheng Dao is the weakest among the direct lineage of the Jiejiao, and it has been divided and infighting for a long time, which has consumed a lot of its manpower... The reason why it can have such a scale today is that Wei Dongliu coerced and bribed many outer forces to join the Fansheng Dao in the process of unifying Mount Wutai.

In today's mortal world, the ratio of high-level cultivators from outside sects to the direct descendants of Jiejiao is about one to one, which can be said to be evenly matched.

But just from their positions, it could be seen that the cultivators from the three sects of Lingxiu Mountain, Yunxue Mountain and Yuezhui Mountain were all familiar with each other. They stood together in silence, which seemed to show that they were in a strict order.

The foreign monks were standing in scattered positions, chattering and rustling among themselves, showing that they had no discipline or organization at all, and could only allow Sect Master Wei to manipulate and integrate them.

Wei Dongliu transformed himself into the Avici Demon Lord and strode onto the stage, whereupon the audience immediately fell silent.

The reason is simple: this man with red hair and double pupils looks scary enough, not to mention the Wanxiangjue Immortal Sword on his back.

"It's well known." Wei Dongliu said indifferently, "We in Fanshengdao have recently experienced a major change. Whether it's personnel or station, almost everything needs to be readjusted."

"First, let's talk about the stationing area. Since Mount Wutai has been unified, if your disciples continue to be stationed in different places, it will appear too scattered and messy, and it will lose the dignity of the sect."

"Concentrating the garrisons is a top priority. As for the location, you can discuss it freely. I will listen to your opinions first."

Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment. There was silence for a while, and soon a monk asked cautiously:

"Master, do you know that the Tongxuan Sect was destroyed here in the past?"

"So what?" Wei Dongliu asked back.

"There is lingering aura of heavenly calamity here. It may be unlucky to stay here." Another Yuanying elder spoke up.

Wei Dongliu took a quick look and saw that it was indeed a Nascent Soul elder from a foreign force.

After all, this is a world where cultivation exists, and all kinds of magic have been proven, so there are countless cultivators who are superstitious about various metaphysics, especially those from small sects, not to mention the existence of heavenly tribulation, which everyone trembles with fear when talking about it.

There is a joke that a certain elder who is a casual cultivator is very averse to his juniors mentioning the word "劫", and even the same kind of pronunciation is not acceptable. So when the juniors casually mention the word "结果", they can only change it to "终场".

Later, this elder overcame the tribulation and finally managed to escape with his life. Although he successfully overcame the tribulation, his basic source of Taoism was severely damaged, so he had to live in a cave to recuperate.

A friend suddenly heard that he had gone to survive the tribulation, so he came over to ask about the situation. I described the tribulation in detail, and my friend was terrified and asked repeatedly, "What was the result? What was the result?" I subconsciously answered, "I'm afraid the result was not good." After my friend went back, he told his friends about it, and everyone thought he was killed by the tribulation...

Wei Dongliu naturally sneered at such jokes, and said coldly:

"If you are even afraid of the remaining aura of the Heavenly Tribulation, when you really have to face it, won't you be scared to death on the spot?"

The Yuanying elder felt ashamed and tried to defend himself:

"The heavenly tribulation is destiny, who can predict it for sure? Those who are disrespectful to the heavenly tribulation, how can they know what kind of karma they will encounter the next time they go through the tribulation?"

Wei Dongliu looked at the audience again and saw that many people couldn't help but nod in agreement.

To be honest, he certainly understands everyone's mentality of seeking profit and avoiding harm, but there is a ready-made sect headquarters here, but you have to go out and build high-rise buildings on flat land. How can I have so much time to waste with you?

It is true that running a sect is a thousand-year business, and choosing a location is a key factor. However, I just want to become the ruthless leader of the Six Paths, and I don’t want to really build a sect. So what location should I choose? I’m too lazy to do it, so this is it!

He then exuded the aura of the Demon Lord and said domineeringly:

"Heavenly tribulation is destiny? What a joke! If there is really karma, please let the heavens repay it all on me. I will bear it all, and it has nothing to do with you!"

These words were so domineering that the other cultivators were speechless. Some of them even began to admire the sect master's lofty ambitions, and their original fears were swept away.