When Taoist Zhenhe was young, he was the most talented young genius in the Qianqing Sect. He became famous at a young age and was later chosen as the next leader of the Qianqing Sect.
He is very proud of his talent and his school.
He is the most orthodox disciple of Xuanmen, and also the direct disciple of a 'Heaven' level sorcerer. He is so glorious and high-spirited, he is simply the legendary protagonist of the world.
However, when his master brought him through this door and into this formation, all of Taoist Zhenhe's pride and pride in his sect were severely shattered.
His master was also known as the "number one in the world of metaphysics" back then.
He is the last Heaven-level sorcerer in the world of metaphysics, infinitely close to the Way of Heaven, and has lived for more than 500 years. He has existed since the time when the founder of the Xuan Sect, Jun Hong Taoist, founded the sect and rectified the sorcerers in the world, until today, more than 500 years later;
His cultivation has reached the pinnacle, and he may be able to ascend to heaven like Grandmaster Junhong at any time. He is only one step away.
It was such a highly respected master, almost a "god" in the eyes of Taoist Zhenhe, who shattered all his fantasies in this small forbidden area.
The first sentence he said was like a bolt from the blue:
'Zhenhe, Master is about to die. He will sit and pass away in the next two months.'
Taoist Zhenhe was terrified and unwilling to believe it, but the dying old man, already full of decay, just sighed deeply. There was no arrogance and arrogance of the world's number one in his eyes, only endless numbness and disappointment:
"I heard from my master that sitting and passing away is a liberation for an old man like me who has lived for too long and has been desperately pursuing enlightenment."
At that time, Taoist Zhenhe did not understand the meaning of this sentence.
Two hundred years later, he collapsed to find that his talent was not as good as he thought. He even reached the bottleneck earlier than his master. He came to the forbidden area and searched hard. He finally found the answer in a hidden volume left by his master.
It turned out that his master had long known that this was a world where it was impossible to ascend.
For some unknown reason, the way of heaven is collapsing.
The mortal world and the six realms have gone off track, so even if one is on the verge of ascension, it is absolutely impossible.
His master's Taoism was so profound that he could touch the trajectory of the Heavenly Dao. He discovered this despairing fact. After much effort, he confirmed that there were no more true immortals in the world. He became completely desperate and chose to sit in meditation as his lifespan ran out.
But such a result was too cruel for Zhenhe, who was in his prime and full of vigor at that time, so the former leader concealed the matter.
When he reaches a certain critical point, he will naturally know.
Not to mention how desperate Taoist Zhenhe was more than two hundred years later, two hundred years ago, he was just in his early thirties, and was arrogant because of his reputation as a direct disciple of the Qianqing Sect and the first disciple of the Xuanshi.
But before his death, his master told him a shocking secret.
"Zhenhe, Master is actually just a cowardly, greedy thief. This Qianqing Sect is not an orthodox sect at all."
"This is the orthodoxy that I stole!"
Taoist Zhenhe was in a daze, and learned some strange secrets from his master's somewhat crazy words.
According to his master, the founder of Xuanmen was indeed Taoist Junhong, but he was not alone. After him, the direct descendant of Xuanmen should be a female disciple named Gu.
According to legend, the woman had an extraordinary talent and had overwhelmed all the sorcerers in the metaphysical world for more than a hundred years. Her talent was even better than that of Taoist Junhong.
After Taoist Junhong attained enlightenment, she was the one who inherited the Xuanmen.
And in the next few short years, this woman followed closely in the footsteps of Taoist Junhong and reached the natural chasm, overcoming the calamity in one fell swoop.
However, the thunderstorm was so powerful that it almost shattered the entire mountain. No one saw the holy light of her ascension, and no one found her body.
The second generation successor of Xuanmen just disappeared like that.
At that time, Taoist Zhenhe's master was in his early forties. Like him, he had just inherited the medium-sized Qianqing Sect and became the new young leader.
Because the sect and the Xuanmen were very close to the mountain where the lightning struck, he was the first person to arrive. However, apart from seeing an ordinary young man who had fainted in a charred and barren land, he found nothing else.
Glancing around, he did not see any holy light or celestial music that would come from attaining enlightenment. He couldn't help but sigh that a legendary figure and a peerless genius had failed to ascend to heaven and was reduced to scorched earth.
Seeing that there was not even a gatekeeper, and that the sacred tree that was said to have been struck by lightning during Taoist Junhong's ascension was placed on a hill not far away, Taoist Zhenhe's master's heart beat faster.
At that moment, he had a perverse idea.
By the time he realized what was happening, he had already taken down the sacred tree while the mountain was deserted due to the catastrophe, and secretly took it away before other sorcerers arrived.
He regretted it countless times afterwards, and was afraid that the disappearance of the sacred tree would be traced back to him, so he took the sacred tree and left all the disciples in his sect behind overnight, secretly going to the border to hide.
During this period, he disguised himself as an ordinary businessman and lived in fear for two months, but he did not hear any news related to the Xuanmen thunder tribulation.
When he tried to get information, he didn't know whether it was because the border was too far away, but no one knew about it.
Some even looked at him as if he were a monster, saying that Grandmaster Junhong had never accepted any disciples.
Taoist Zhenhe's master hesitated again and again, but finally groped his way back to the sect.
The sect leader who had been missing for nearly three months finally came back. The disciples were naturally overjoyed, but Zhenhe Taoist's master was completely stunned.
Because according to both the disciples within the sect and the sorcerers in the metaphysical world, Taoist Junhong has no disciples.
Their memories seemed to be erased and changed by an invisible hand.
All the information related to the second-generation leader of Xuanmen has been cleared.
Even the scorched earth on the top of the mountain was gone.
If he didn't have a piece of the sacred tree that he had taken away at that time, and if the mountain was not scorched earth but had no grass growing on it, Taoist Zhenhe's master would have suspected that there was something wrong with his memory and eyes.
This incident made him full of doubts and unable to sleep or eat, but he didn't dare tell anyone.
When a person is out of tune with everyone in the world, he will only be regarded as a madman.
Over the years, he has been searching for evidence of the existence of the second-generation leader of Xuanmen among various clues. It seems that those inexplicable information are the only basis that can prove the authenticity of his memory.
He also used this sacred tree to build momentum for the Qianqing Sect, saying that the Qianqing Sect was the orthodox inheritance of Taoist Junhong.
With this profit, the status of Qianqingmen rose rapidly, and the resources and benefits he obtained became more and more astonishing.
But after a lifetime of planning, in the end, all was in vain.
The way of heaven has collapsed and there is no hope of ascending.
By now he no longer cared whether the second-generation leader of Xuanmen existed or why he was suddenly wiped out by the world. He couldn't even remember the name and appearance of the leader who failed to ascend.
He only knew that the Qianqing Sect had to maintain its orthodoxy in order to keep its current status and a steady stream of top-level resources.
Telling these to Taoist Zhenhe was only for the sake of sect's inheritance.
Perhaps there is also a desire to share with future generations the strange secrets that only he remembers and knows.
Not long after he explained other trivial matters and handed the entire sect to Taoist Zhenhe, the old sorcerer, the only one who remembered Gu Zhisang's existence, passed away in a quiet morning.
Taoist Zhenhe, who became the new head of the sect, was conflicted and painful at first. He found it hard to accept that the origin of his sect, which he was so proud of, turned out to be a result of stealing.
He even felt that what his master said about the female leader named Gu who disappeared out of thin air and was wiped out by the world was just a dream talk, which was made up by his master when he was not conscious.
But he had read the secret files written by his master over the years, and had indeed found some strange bits and pieces of information in history.
Those overlooked details combined together seem to really outline a disappeared leader.
This dilemma did not last long, and soon Taoist Zhenhe was immersed in the sect's official business and the pleasure brought by the unlimited power as the sect leader, and he forgot about the second-generation sect leader.
He thought he had forgotten.
But when Gu Zhisang suddenly appeared and the news reached his ears in seclusion through the void for the first time, the headmaster named Gu who had disappeared from his master's mouth, pen, and memory popped into Taoist Zhenhe's mind.
She has a stunning appearance and amazing talent.
Taoist Zhenhe didn't understand why, but he was sure that this person was related to the second-generation leader of Xuanmen who disappeared eight hundred years ago!
The devilish sound in his heart became more and more rapid, almost occupying his entire mind.
"What should I do? She must have known everything when she went up the mountain to get the sacred tree. She is against the Qianqing Sect in order to avenge her master."
"She is indeed the disciple of Taoist Junhong. She has only been in the world for a year and has surpassed the Qianqing Sect. If she continues to grow, will she declare war on us? Will she announce to the world that we are just a group of thieves?"
'Will she break through the curse and become the first person to achieve enlightenment in the past eight hundred years?'
"……"
Taoist Zhenhe was upset and growled, "Shut up! Shut up!!"
"You are not me, but a demon that has grown up in my heart. Don't take the opportunity to disrupt my decision!"
That's right, he was a half-step 'Heaven' level sorcerer, the strongest one respected and admired by all the mystics in the world. However, a hundred years ago, when he had reached the pinnacle of his talent, he collapsed in seclusion and became possessed, giving birth to a powerful inner demon.
In order to change his mediocre talent, he was bewitched by his inner demons and did many unforgivable things.
To this day, he fears the voice in his head, but he can't get rid of it;
Even become deeply dependent at certain times.
Taoist Zhenhe hated himself for being like this, and he also hated the devil who turned him into this.
The voice in my mind chuckled and said, "I am you, Taoist Zhenhe, a more real you who dares to face your own desires."
"Which decision I made didn't help you? You were able to break through the shackles of talent and reach the height you are today. Isn't it my decision that played a role?"
"You!" Taoist Zhenhe wanted to refute, but he couldn't say it.
Even if he doesn't want to admit it, everything he has done in the past hundred years has already sunk into this inner demon and he can never go back to the past.
Seeing that he had nothing to say, the voice of the "Inner Demon" softened again, and he continued to urge Taoist Zhenhe.
Suddenly, Taoist Zhenhe seemed to sense something and abruptly raised his head to look at the calm sky.
It was pitch black in the distance, but he knew that things were not peaceful in the area beyond.
It is the breath of thunder.
His eyes were filled with shock and disbelief: "How is this possible?!"
Someone wants to survive the catastrophe? !
Could it be that Gu Zhisang?
Taoist Zhenhe's face twisted instantly and his eyes turned red.
Is that person's talent really that good?
Why is it that someone like him is trapped in his pursuit and cannot make any further progress after struggling for more than ten years?
How unfair.
As if sensing the twisted and restless emotions in his heart, the inner demon voice sounded again, sighing deeply:
"You see, this is the genius of injustice."