Cloud-shrouded mountains.
All members of the Ruthless Sect, including Ye Tian.
Led by Daoist Wuchen, they stood together at the end of the Cloud and Mist Mountains. Just a few more steps forward would take them to the Flying Light Mountains.
The spiritual energy over there is abundant.
The sky and land are vast over there.
The development there is countless times better than that of the Cloud and Mist Mountains.
In the Cloud and Mist Mountains, a first-level Heavenly Mystic Realm cultivator is considered an ancient figure in the sect, capable of suppressing the sect and preventing chaos.
Within the Feiguang Mountains, even the core disciples of a sect might be experts at the ninth level of the Heavenly Mystery Realm, or even the second or third level of the Cloud Soaring Realm.
Many of the top disciples of various sects are experts at the fifth level of the Cloud Realm.
The bustling place on the other side, adjacent to the Cloud and Mist Mountains, has always been regarded as an incredibly mysterious sacred land by the Hundred Sects.
Even the most powerful sect leaders of the Hundred Sects could vaguely sense the danger and mystery of this mountain range. Generations of blood ingrained in them filled them with vigilance and caution towards the Fei Guang Mountains.
A slight misstep could lead to death.
The two adjacent mountain ranges are so different, and the lineage has been passed down for generations.
Every sect leader, in their youth, may have harbored a strong desire to conquer this mysterious mountain range and this sacred land.
I know your talents are not suited for worldly use; how could I truly be inferior to you, my lord?
You should know that in your youth you aspired to reach for the clouds, and once vowed to be the best among men.
Every young sect leader once dreamed of roaming the world with a sword.
But later, the blood slowly grew cold. Day after day of mediocre cultivation, the gap between each realm becoming as vast as an chasm. This forced the sect leaders to abandon their naive ideas.
They even gave up on conquering this area, which was clearly much stronger than theirs.
Perhaps it's fate, or perhaps it's just a coincidence. Ye Tian happened to register Wuchen Daoist for the disciple recruitment competition in the Feiguang Mountains. The Wuqing Sect, with its extremely small number of members, is now heading to that unfamiliar sect on the other side to challenge this unfamiliar holy land.
The five members of the Ruthless Sect seemed like a group of solitary knights-errant.
Wuchen Daoren, the leader, stopped in his tracks just as he was about to leave the Cloud Mist Mountain Range.
"Master, why did you stop?" Li Xiaoyao asked, somewhat puzzled, when his master suddenly stopped.
Daoist Wuchen gazed at the peak boundary, which was only a few miles away, and remained silent. Lost in thought, he said, "Once we cross the boundary, we'll be going to other territories."
Gu Nishang couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong, Master?"
Daoist Wuchen remained silent for a while, without saying a word.
Ye Tian knew that his master had his reasons. In fact, his master had never left the Cloud Mist Mountains in his entire life. His grandmaster brought him back to the mountain gate, and they stayed on the mountain until he turned white-bearded.
When our grandmaster left the Cloud Mist Mountains, he was leaving this realm, and he never returned.
The simple boundary between the Cloud Mist Mountain Range and the Flying Light Mountain Range holds different meanings for the Master.
Daoist Wuchen shook his head, unable to describe his feelings at this moment. Looking at this boundary, he could recall his master's departing figure. This time, he was no longer a child.
As an elder, he led his four sect disciples to a completely unfamiliar territory.
Once you leave, you become a stranger in a foreign land and have to experience the hardships of being in a foreign place.
Daoist Wuchen shook his head, suppressing the faint sense of loss and loneliness in his heart, and said with renewed spirit, "Let's go. This time, we're going to the Feiguang Mountains to make a name for our Wuqing Sect!"
"Okay!" Gu Nishang clenched her fist firmly.
She is no longer the clueless novice she once was; she is now a master at the Cloud Realm.
Within the Hundred Sects' territory, she was already the strongest person besides Ye Tian.
As they walked forward, Master Wuchen remained silent the entire way, unlike his usual lively self.
Only Ye Tian knew that this was a passing of the torch from the old generation to the new. Back then, the grandmaster saw off the master; now, the master was seeing them off. The only difference was that now, no one was there to see off the master anymore.
That's why Master felt lonely.
But when the group from the Ruthless Sect reached the border, someone suddenly called out to them.
Ye Tian then turned around to look.
No strangers were present; led by Xuan Jiuyou, all the sect leaders of the hundred sects stood in a row, exuding a murderous aura and an extremely sinister atmosphere.
Master Wuchen's face darkened, and he gritted his teeth, saying, "You've gone too far, Hundred Sects! You've been causing us trouble for so many days. Do you really think our Wuqing Sect can't do anything to you?"
Gu Nishang said angrily, "Master, I'm angry. On such an important day, they actually came to stop us."
Ye Tian was also in a bad mood. Xuan Jiuyou's actions at this time were indeed a bit tactless, and even he was somewhat annoyed.
But Xuan Jiuyou twitched the corners of his mouth and revealed a smile.
"Knowing you're heading to the Feiguang Mountains, we've come to see you off. Do you really think our Hundred Sects have no one to rely on?" Xuan Jiuyou said with a smile.
These words stunned Master Wuchen, who was speechless, as if his throat was choked.
Xuan Jiuyou smiled kindly and said, "The people in Feiguang Mountain Range are xenophobic and look down on outsiders, especially those from Yunwu Mountain Range. They say that our spiritual energy is thin and our cultivation level is low."
"It's not like no one from our Hundred Sects has ever gone to the Feiguang Mountain Range to recruit disciples before. Those who were crippled were crippled, and those who died were also dead. Let alone recruiting disciples, very few even returned intact."
“But since you’ve come all this way, you’re going to another place. People from other places can’t be without ancestral roots. Otherwise, they’ll become illegitimate.”
"This flag was left behind by our Hundred Sects' founder and has always been kept by me, Xuan Jiuyou. Today, I'm lending it to you, Daoist Wuchen. I hope that no matter what you experience outside, you will always remember that you are a member of our Hundred Sects."
"No matter what kind of people they are in, as long as they are outside, they will live upright and honorable lives."
After Xuan Jiuyou finished speaking, a flag with the word "cloud" written in gold-stamped regular script was thrown out.
It pierced straight into the feet of Daoist Wuchen.
This flag can be big or small.
Back then, the Hundred Sects were a battle-hardened army of the dynasty. When the dynasty fell, they were reduced to remnants.
They set up camp there.
Later, the disciples learned martial arts, and the sects branched out, gradually forming hundreds of branches.
But this military flag has been passed down to this day.
Xuan Jiuyou lent the flag to Daoist Wuchen today, which is to say he lent him the souls of the Hundred Sects.
Let him take it out.
Wuchen Daoist's expression was complicated. His usual silence completely disappeared, replaced by a flush and excitement on his face.
Holding high this flag bearing the character for "cloud".
Master Wuchen exclaimed excitedly, "Let's go! Feiguang Mountain Range, here we come!"
Ye Tian smiled. "The Ruthless Sect has arrived from the Flying Guang Mountains!"
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