On the mountain peak, three tall figures stood upright, the breeze blowing their robes to make them flutter, as if they were about to fly away, full of a carefree demeanor.

"Grandmaster, I have achieved the status of a Golden Elixir True Man."

Chang An tried his best to remain calm, but he could not hide the joy between his brows.

"This is something to be happy about. Your father and grandfather in heaven will also be very happy."

Chen Sheng looked at Chang An, who was in his prime, and vaguely saw the figures of his old friends, but they were all gone, and their final legacy and fruits were fulfilled in later generations.

"My lineage has been taken care of too much by our ancestor."

Speaking of the old friendship, Chang Anzhi was very grateful. His grandfather only gave a few kind words of advice to Chen Sheng when he was imprisoned in the Black Abyss Prison, but it brought glory to his father's life.

When he was young, he was fortunate enough to practice under the guidance of the master. It was also at that time that he laid a solid foundation and paved the way for his future fame.

"Grandmaster, please show your favor and grant us a chance to be together."

Zhou Xian was deeply touched. Not only Chang'an's lineage, but his own lineage had also benefited from Chen Sheng's kindness for generations.

Who would have thought that the kindness of a small deacon could lead to the family's descendants standing at the top of the borderland hundreds of years later.

"I don't ask you to do anything. Just guard the Guangxiu Immortal Sect and the graves of your ancestors so that the deceased are not disturbed."

Mr. Chen was very calm. He did not look at Zhou Xian or Chang An, but looked towards the outer gate and the inner gate. There were tombs everywhere, with people he was familiar with lying inside.

He would protect those people while they were alive, and after they died, he would let them rest in peace, without being disturbed by the war.

"I dare not forget the teachings of my ancestors."

Zhou Xian and Chang An bowed and saluted. Since Chen Sheng had such a wish, they would naturally abide by it. As long as they lived, they would never let a fire be lit in the heart of the Guangxiu Xianzong's mountain gate.

This was actually an extremely difficult task. Having three Jindan Zhenren in a family was too glorious. Even a powerful sect like Jiuxiao Xianzong did not dare to break in.

…

"Chang'an, the Dan-Jie success is achieved!"

On this day, six words and one sentence were spread out by the Guangxiu Immortal Sect and announced to the world. Immediately, the whole four seas and eight wildernesses were shaken and the whole world was in an uproar.

No one could ignore the importance of this news. Countless independent cultivators looked up to it, and each disciple of the immortal sect felt a deep pressure.

"There are three Jindan Zhenren in one family, Guangxiu is prosperous."

Everyone knew that the situation in Guangxiu Xianzong at this time was like a raging fire. Two Jindan Zhenren had been born in succession within a hundred years, and together with the prominent existence of Chen Sheng, a terrible deterrent had formed.

The situation is so bright that there is no need to say more. The four words "Guangxiu Xianzong" will represent an untouchable sect for a long time.

"From now on, anyone who wants to attack Guangxiu Xianzong will have to think twice."

These words were naturally spoken to all the major immortal sects. In the era when Zhou Xian and Chang An had not yet formed their elixir, it was Chen Sheng who protected the Guangxiu Immortal Sect and crushed one conspiracy after another.

He alone carried the banner of Guangxiu Immortal Sect, struggling to support it alone.

Finally, after building up an invincible momentum, he waited for the two younger generations to achieve Dan. From then on, he was free from fatigue and became the supreme and free ancestor of a sect.

"Look at Mo Longyun, he also has the potential to become a golden elixir. What will happen to him in the future?"

Someone mentioned Mo Longyun, who was also a genius with the potential to form a golden elixir. If this person was the one, he would succeed in forming the golden elixir as everyone expected.

Then, the power of the Guangxiu Immortal Sect will continue to grow, like the sun that never sets, shining in all directions.

“Trouble…”

The reactions of all the major immortal sects were very consistent, and they looked very frightened. Chen Sheng alone was already a major hidden danger.

The Guangxiu Immortal Sect had Zhou Xian and Chang An forming the Golden Core one after another, and Mo Longyun was catching up with them. With such a scene, not to mention the Taoist sects in the border areas were confused, they themselves were also extremely fearful.

If there had not been the battle between Chen Sheng and Dalong Mountain, they might have planned a plan to achieve prosperity and then decline.

However, with Chen Sheng's iron-blooded methods in mind, they really didn't want to provoke him at this time. They should just wait patiently and wait for this great enemy to die before making any further arrangements.

…

Chen's happiness did not last long, as his mood turned into silence, sighing and regret.

"Yang Li passed away."

This once capable subordinate passed away, quietly and silently, in the middle of the night. When he was found, he had a smile on his face, and his mind was content and he had achieved great freedom.

Naturally, he would not ignore it. He moved and descended to the Black Abyss Prison, but he was not as casual as the last time he came. He was serious and hurried.

"senior."

Wang Zhu and Cai Guling were already waiting for Mr. Chen to arrive.

The two knew this ancestor very well. He was a person who cherished the old times very much. After Yang Li passed away, they would definitely come to visit him.

"I'm here to see him off for the last time."

Mr. Chen said.

Then, he saw a coffin in the deepest part of the Black Abyss Prison. It seemed familiar, as it was clearly the same scene as that of the previous warden.

A low sigh was heard here, and he sat beside the coffin in silence.

Seeing this, Wang Zhu and Cai Guling sat beside Chen Sheng, one on the left and one on the right, and accompanied him quietly.

"Fellow Daoist Yang wants to be buried on a mountain not far from the Black Abyss Prison, together with all his colleagues."

After a while, Wangzhu broke the silence and told about the arrangements for the burial site. It was very simple and everything followed the old custom.

"The mountains near Tianque Peak, they are indeed nice."

Chen Sheng nodded. This old custom started with him. He buried his old friends there. Later, the monks from the Black Abyss Prison also followed suit and it gradually became a tradition.

He also knew that Yang Huayue was also buried there, and he couldn't help but murmured, "Brother Yang, I also sent your descendants away."

This sounded a little funny, but he didn't mean to be joking at all. He was very serious, and there was a sense of tragicomedy.

"Hope for help, Cai Guling..."

He thought again of Wang Xian and Cai Rong, the two old jailers who had entrusted their clansmen to his care and everything went smoothly.

However, when he turned around, he saw that the two younger generations he had watched grow up now had white hair and hunched bodies.

"Grandmaster, we are here."

Wang Zhu and Cai Guling had no idea what kind of complex emotions were contained in this whisper. They thought it was a simple call, so they responded.

“That’s great…”

This voice eased Mr. Chen's depressed mood a lot. The two juniors are still here, so let's deal with tomorrow's affairs tomorrow.

"The candidate for the new warden has not yet been decided. It is said that they are considering the opinions of the seniors and need to consult with them."

Cai Guling knew that the people above him had concerns about the arrangements for the Black Abyss Prison. After all, it involved Chen Sheng. Although it looked simple, he had to be cautious.

He didn't mind saying a few more words to avoid unrest in the order of the Black Abyss Prison and the creation of a rift.

“Who are the candidates?”

Mr. Chen said casually.

"One is An Ruonan from the 10th Squadron, one is the commander Kuang Yuhe, and one is Yang San, a member of Brother Yang Li's clan."

Cai Guling explained everything one by one without giving too much explanation, but he thought that the ancestor would understand.

"These three surnames are pretty clear at a glance."

Mr. Chen indeed understood that these three candidates all had strong backers and had left many legacy.

He said plainly: "But is it real material?"

The foundation of the Black Abyss Prison is extremely profound. He will not sit idly by and watch a good-for-nothing come to power and squander all his years of savings.

Cai Guling can guarantee this. He has talked to them before and found that they are all the best among the younger generation.

"It's hard to decide directly. Let the three of them fight it out. The winner will be the king."

Mr. Chen set the tone for the matter, expressing no favoritism and letting the three people make their own decisions.

"This is good, no one will complain."

Cai Guling also thought this was a good idea and jokingly said, "The higher-ups don't have to worry about this anymore."

In the Guangxiu Immortal Sect, this senior gradually became an insurmountable mountain. He protected everyone, and everyone had to follow his will.

Fortunately, with the company of two younger generations, Mr. Chen did not feel too lonely. After a while of conversation, three days had passed.

"Senior, the time has come. Shall we start burying our uncle?"

At this time, a young man was standing beside Mr. Chen, with a respectful attitude and his head slightly lowered, but sometimes he would look up inadvertently with a hint of curiosity.

He is Yang San, the next warden. He has recently defeated two powerful enemies and seized the crown.

Because of his title of "Warden", he had the opportunity to talk with Mr. Chen, and he could stay by his side to take care of the funeral affairs of his cousin Yang Li.

"Let's go."

Chen Sheng nodded, and Yang San carried the coffin, and together with a group of clansmen, they spread out the bier and flew towards the burial site.

At the same time, white banners were raised, yellow paper was scattered, and faint mournful music could be heard.

Although the funeral was simple, the Yang family put a lot of effort into it and gave enough dignity to the "master of prosperity" of the family.

The journey is short and happens in a flash.

Many people from the Black Abyss Prison were buried on this mountain, from ordinary Dark Blade monks to warden.

It has been two or three hundred years since Chen Sheng took charge. Even cultivators at the Foundation Establishment stage could not endure it. It is an extremely long period of time.

“There are so many tombstones. These are real people who once existed.”

Seeing this scene, the people who went up the mountain felt ups and downs in their hearts. Some sighed that time is unforgiving and buries every living person.

"The old warden, Yang Huayue, Kuang Shucheng, He Chao, Zhao Da..."

Mr. Chen was touched even more deeply. The names engraved on the tombstones in front of each grave reminded him of their appearance. They had once laughed at life together and shared their sorrows with each other, but now everything was gone.

"Yang Li!"

He glanced at the main character of today's funeral. Yang Li's tomb had been completed and would remain silent along with these deceased people.

“This way, you’re not alone.”

Cai Guling said.

It's not that he is ignorant, he is also old, but his words at this moment are calm, which shows that he is in a broad-minded state of mind.

"Then let's bury both of us here."

Wangzhu also felt that this place had beautiful scenery and was very popular. If he was buried here in the future, he would not be lonely at all.

"When the time comes, I'll have to trouble you, Senior."

Cai Guling nodded, but one of him and Wangzhu could not be placed, so he had to let Chen Sheng do it.

These are their elders, so a little nagging from them is nothing.

"You two are really generous."

Chen Sheng's mood made the two of them talk for a while, but they actually calmed down a lot, and even felt a little admiration. With such a state of mind, he was indifferent to life and death, and he really cultivated spiritual freedom.

The Yang family was a large family and they handled the funeral in an orderly manner. Soon, Yang Li was buried.

The tombs and tombstones are solemn and upright.

“Grandmaster…”

Yang San lit up a handful of incense, separated it into three sticks, and handed them to Chen Sheng, asking this senior to be the first to make his announcement.

"Yang Li, have a safe trip."

Mr. Chen took it and bowed. Only the deceased in the grave could accept his worship.

Among the living people, he is the oldest and has the highest realm. No one else is qualified.

"call……"

As he put down the fragrant incense, the Yang family members started to move, kowtowing and burning incense one after another, with the utmost respect and seriousness.

There was a faint sadness lingering in the mountains, but there was no crying that was deafening. In their view, their uncle had lived a distinguished life and died of old age, so his journey into this world was not in vain.

"well……"

Chen Sheng's emotions were the most complicated. There was the death of Yang Li, and also the fact that he was on a mountain with familiar graves everywhere he looked. The silent memories came up again, involving the separation of life and death, and he couldn't help feeling sad.

"Woo woo woo"

He took out his suona, poured his emotions into the sad sound, and without using a single bit of his magic power, he played a sad tune like a mortal man.

There was an echo from the mountains, like the sad cries of mountain birds, or the sound of rushing water flowing eastward. Even the wind blowing the grass and the sound of gravel rolling down the stone cliffs had a special charm.

"Is this the legendary musical instrument?"

Everyone in the mountains wanted to cry. Led by the sound of the suona, they felt a sadness from the bottom of their hearts.

Life and death, separation, seem to be just around the corner, and everything becomes empty.

They had heard many rumors about this instrument. The founder had played it for deceased friends, and it had also achieved earth-shaking results in battles. Three Jindan immortals in Mount Dalong were suspected to have been struck by the magical music and died.

"The rumors must be true."

Wang Zhu and others saw that Chen Sheng did not use any magic power, but just his ordinary voice was enough to shake the hearts of cultivators. With the cultivation of a Jindan Zhenren, it seemed natural for him to kill someone of the same level.

…

Another ten years.

Mr. Chen climbed the Death Mountain again.

Yes, he fulfilled his wish and built a tomb for this young man. His words in the past had come true.

Next to Wang Zhu was Cai Guling, who died half a year earlier.

It is worth mentioning that these two young men were really open-minded. They laughed when they died without any fear. Considering their whole life, they had the demeanor of ancient sages.

Despite this, Mr. Chen was still quite sad.

Two more old friends passed away.

In the entire Guangxiu Immortal Sect, there are only two and a half people he can have a say with.

Of course, there is also good news. Mo Longyun's cultivation has improved by leaps and bounds. He has fought Jiang Xianqing three times and defeated him. Everyone in the world believes that he has the potential to become a golden elixir.

In addition, Yaolu’s alchemy is the best in the border areas and has become a holy place with great appeal.

Or maybe an elder conquered a secret realm and seized a great inheritance, which enriched the sect's foundation.

"The excitement is all for others."

He didn't really care about these things. He felt like he was sitting high up in the clouds, overlooking the bustling world. He just felt it was very cold.

(End of this chapter)