Gong Buhuo has lived for ten thousand years and has survived three long periods of spiritual energy depletion, becoming the oldest ancestor in Laojun Mountain.
But even with a long life like him, he was still shocked by the crazy thoughts in his mind.
The powerful immortal who had ascended to the upper world and dominated one side was reincarnated and became the supreme Taoist who dominated the world, and has survived thousands of years to the present.
No matter how you look at it, this seems like a fictional story, rather than a fact that should actually exist.
However, the two tablets that were flickering with a faint light in front of Gong Buhuo's eyes, symbolizing the two identities of the founder of the sect and the supreme Taoist, echoed each other, telling him that the truth of all the facts seemed to be just as he had imagined.
"Ancestor, Brother Daozi, is it really you?"
“A-choo!”
In the secret courtyard, Shen Yuan, who had just placed the mixed cat food next to the spirit pond, suddenly sneezed.
The mosquito-like whispering sounded in my ears again, accompanied by a crisp sound like bowing.
Bai Xue, who was about to taste the delicious food, raised her head curiously and looked at Shen Yuan with worry on her little face.
Shen Yuan rubbed his nose and listened attentively again but heard nothing, so he said to Bai Xue casually: "Don't worry, I'm fine."
After hearing Shen Yuan's words, Bai Xue lowered her head to taste the delicious cat food. The dragon carp in the spirit pond nearby stared at the cat food and spit bubbles, but was ignored by Shen Yuan.
The dragon carp stays in the natural spiritual pool and has spiritual fluid infused into its body for cleansing every day, so it does not need any food to supplement its nutrition.
In the end, Bai Xue felt sorry for the dragon carp's dead eyes, so she stretched out her little paws and threw a few pieces of cat food into the spirit pond.
After swallowing the cat food in two mouthfuls, Long Li excitedly threw the Jidu Dragon Seal into the sky again and kept whipping it with his tail like a ball.
Looking at the harmonious scene in front of him, Shen Yuan sat back at the stone table under the tree with a smile on his face. He casually picked up an ancient book about gods that he had bought at the trade fair from his storage ring and slowly began to flip through it.
Far away in Rongcheng Dayutian, Gong Buhuo, who was deeply shocked, still knelt in front of the altar in a dazed posture, which made Mo Li behind him very anxious.
In fact, anyone can see that Gong Buhuo does not regard himself as a member of Rong Cheng Dayutian at all. Logically speaking, Rong Cheng Dayutian should intentionally suppress Gong Buhuo's influence.
However, as time passed, those sect founders who once had the ability to suppress Gong Buhuo either died of old age or became possessed and died during the long period of spiritual energy depletion.
Gong Buhuo, the ancestor who is not an orthodox descendant of Rongcheng Dayutian, has become the absolute pillar of the entire Dongtian.
Even the other four ancestors who have not yet awakened in the Patriarch's Hall are far from being comparable to Gong Buhuo in terms of seniority or cultivation.
Now it is no longer that Gong Buhuo needs Rongcheng Dayutian, but the entire Rongcheng Dayutian needs Gong Buhuo to suppress its foundation.
That is why Gong Buhuo could be so unscrupulous and use Rongcheng Dayutian's most precious treasure at will.
It can be said that Gong Buhuo is the pillar that stabilizes Rong Cheng Dayutian.
If Gong Buhuo encountered any accident because of the information he provided, he would be the sinner of the entire Laojun Mountain, and he would be severely punished by Laojun Mountain no matter how talented he was.
Feeling anxious, Mo Li couldn't help but whisper to the old figure kneeling in front of the altar:
"Ancestor Gong?"
This call successfully awakened Gong Buhuo from his previous lost state.
When Mo Li saw Gong Buhuo stand up, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Mo Li thought that the matter here was over, but suddenly he heard Gong Buhuo say:
"No! I have to confirm the truth!"
"This concerns the main sect's secrets, and there must be no mistakes!"
Mo Li's heart, which had just been at ease, was instantly lifted up again.
Gong Buhuo took a step forward, and the space in front of him changed and disappeared directly into the Patriarch's Hall.
The next moment, Mo Li and Gong Buhuo were already at the top of the mountains in Rongcheng Dayutian. There was only a dilapidated-looking pavilion and an ancient brass bell.
Gong Buhuo walked into the pavilion, raised his dry right hand, and slammed it heavily on the ancient bell.
In an instant, it was like real ripples spreading in all directions throughout the entire Rongcheng Dayutian, and the sound of the ancient bell seemed to have crossed the eternal historical torrent and descended into the world.
On the top of the mountain, layers of formations were intertwined, and the clouds floating under the white sky revealed a palace standing above the clouds.
Genting Palace!
The legend about this name suddenly emerged in Mo Li's mind.
Ten thousand years ago, Rongcheng Dayutian used all the power of the sect to refine a super-large Taoist weapon, which served as the control hub of the entire Rongcheng Dayutian and was named Yunding Tiangong.
However, with the arrival of the ten thousand year spiritual energy depletion period, the sect's Taoist artifacts such as the Three Talents Hunyuan Cauldron were downgraded, so that many of Rongcheng Dayutian's disciples believed that the Yunding Palace had been destroyed long ago.
Who would have thought that this Taoist heavenly palace would actually appear in the form of auspicious clouds and hide in the Rongcheng Dayutian.
A large amount of spiritual energy was rapidly drawn away the moment the Yunding Palace appeared, and turned into a huge spiritual tornado between heaven and earth. The tornado, which was thousands of meters high, seemed to have become a huge pillar supporting the Yunding sky.
Gong Buhuo took a step forward and disappeared on the top of the mountains. The next moment he stepped into the Yunding Palace.
Mo Li stood there in a daze. After a moment, several beams of light with powerful aura descended on the top of the mountain.
"Mo Li, why is it you?" "What happened?"
"Why was Yunding Palace opened?"
Facing the majestic elders of the sect, Mo Li opened and closed his lips, not knowing where to start.
At this moment, above the clouds, a phantom of a pillar that penetrated the sky and the earth appeared, accompanied by flames and wisps of green smoke drifting from the top of the pillar, spreading throughout the entire Rongcheng Dayu Sky.
In those wisps of green smoke, it seemed that everyone could hear the prayers of all living beings. All the joys, sorrows, anger, life and death, and separations in the mundane world were contained therein.
"Please incense the gods!"
"That was a treasure that was used to communicate with the ancestors of the upper realm and the eight gods of heaven ten thousand years ago. How could there be such a treasure in Yunding Palace?"
"After the connection between heaven and earth was cut off, all the methods of summoning gods and fighting gods have lost their effects. Who on earth is this stick of incense for summoning gods?"
All the real masters were in confusion, and Mo Li finally got a chance to catch his breath.
He quickly said:
“It’s Patriarch Gong! Patriarch Gong stood in the Patriarch Hall to offer sacrifices to the ancestors of the main sect and also set up a tablet for the Supreme Taoist.
But then Patriarch Gong seemed to sense something was wrong and said that the truth must be confirmed, so he opened the Cloud Top Palace. "
The seven real people present looked at each other, not knowing what to say for a moment.
Whether offering sacrifices to people from other sects in the ancestral hall or rashly opening the Yunding Palace, it is undoubtedly a taboo.
If anyone else did such a thing, even if it was a True Lord Lianxu, they would have the courage to stop him.
However, this matter involved Patriarch Gong, and they did not have the courage to interfere at all.
You have to know that they all survived the last spiritual energy tide era. I heard that at a sect sacrificial hall six thousand years ago, Patriarch Gong openly placed several blank tablets among the tablets of the ancestors of Rongcheng Dayutian.
The sect's ancestors and masters at the time all knew what those blank tablets represented, but due to Patriarch Gong's cultivation and qualifications, they could only accept it with a pinch of their teeth. After all, they were all blank tablets and they could still get away with it.
Now Patriarch Gong suddenly opened the coffin and stood up. Although what he did was a bit crazy, it was consistent with the ancestor's previous style.
"But why did Patriarch Gong suddenly go crazy? Just because he got the news from the main sect leader who had been missing for tens of thousands of years?"
Only one real person who exuded a dead aura seemed to have thought of something. He suddenly widened his eyes and said anxiously:
"Did you just say Supreme Daozi?"
Everyone immediately looked at the turtle master who was hunched over like a walking giant turtle.
This immortal once signed a symbiotic contract with a turtle minister under the command of the Blue Wave Dragon Lord. He practiced the method of prolonging his life and survived two periods of spiritual energy depletion. He is a genius who has survived the spiritual energy tide era six thousand years ago.
Even some of the True Lords of Lianxu may not have as much experience as this old Master Gui.
"It's the Supreme Daoist. Could it be that Master Gui knows something?"
Master Gui trembled slightly, and there was still horror in his expression:
“The Supreme Daoist was born in the main sect of Patriarch Gong, and in terms of seniority, he is Patriarch Gong’s senior brother.
At the beginning, Patriarch Gong was not considered the strongest among the geniuses in the main sect. After he was expelled from the sect for violating the sect rules, he not only did not have the slightest resentment towards the main sect, but instead he respected the main sect even more. "
“I don’t know since when, all the information about Patriarch Gong’s main sect disappeared, but only the legend of that supreme Taoist still remains in the world.
He was a peerless genius who dominated an era and caused countless Daoist disciples and saints to self-proclaimed themselves to avoid disaster. He was a real great man. "
"If this matter of Patriarch Gong really involves the Supreme Daoist, doesn't it mean that the senior brother of Patriarch Gong is still alive?"
As soon as these words were spoken, all the real people fell silent.
Patriarch Gong is already a genius that is difficult for them to reach, let alone a peerless genius who is far superior to Patriarch Gong and dominates the world. If he could really survive to this day, what kind of peerless demeanor would he have?
The moment the thought flashed through his mind, all the real people heard the majestic voice of Patriarch Gong from above the Yunding Palace, spreading in all directions.
"I have abandoned my disciple Gong Buhuo and pray to the ancestors of all generations, begging Senior Brother Wushang Daozi to show up and see me!"
As he finished speaking, the incense that turned into green smoke and floated throughout the entire Rongcheng Dayutian suddenly changed.
A large amount of green smoke gathered and turned into a blurry picture between the sky and the earth.
Everyone looked carefully and saw a banished immortal in white standing under a withered tree, letting the dead leaves blow onto his shoulders.
In the ethereal and fairy-like figure formed by the green smoke, it seemed to reflect the thoughts of all living beings contained in the incense for summoning gods.
In the previous second he was a banished immortal who came to the mortal world, and in the next second he turned into a farmer wearing coarse cloth and walking in the fields.
One moment he was an ancient emperor who dominated the world and intimidated everyone, and the next moment he became a miserable beggar wandering on the streets.
The appearance and thoughts of all living beings are manifested in the Qi body, and the green smoke from the incense burning to invite the gods is simply unable to capture his exact shape.
Everything is changing, except for that blurry face, which has not changed at all. The deep eyes seem to have traveled through time and space, locked in this vast jade sky.
There was no movement from the banished immortal, and his calm voice echoed in the cave.
"Edict!"