Chapter 78 Ancient World Alliance

Mingyu Ancient World, Yudi Dynasty, capital city Qingchang City.

The prosperous and huge capital city, with a population of over 10 million, was the largest city in the Yudi Dynasty and the core of politics, economy and culture.

Various forces in the city are intertwined, and the power hidden in the dark has a long history, and there are even shadows of monks behind them.

In a huge mansion, the quiet courtyard was shaded by green trees. Under a big tree, a man in white, who looked like a banished immortal, sat cross-legged. He had starry eyes and sword-like brows. A sword pattern between his eyebrows faintly exuded a sharp sword intent, and his long white hair was tied tightly behind his back.

There were two long swords lying across the man's legs, one white and one green. They made a faint sound, and the falling leaves were split in two. The man in white murmured in a low voice:

"Time is like a song, with the sword as my only companion."

A dark figure appeared ten feet away in a few leaps, bowed slightly, and said respectfully:

"Your Excellency, Lord Qinglian invites you to the hall for a meeting."

The white-haired man's thoughts were interrupted, and he opened his eyes. The terrifying sword intent made the surrounding space slightly distorted. The dark figure buried his head even lower, and sweat was faintly visible on his forehead. The strength of this white envoy was becoming more and more terrifying.

Bai Jiange nodded slightly, and his figure turned into sword light and disappeared. Qinglian knew that he didn't like to be disturbed when he was meditating, so it seemed that something important had happened.

In the main hall of the mansion, more than a dozen cultivators from the Qianyuan Realm sat upright on chairs, all keeping silent, and the atmosphere was a little depressing.

Bai Jiange turned into a sword light and landed in the hall. He nodded slightly to Qinglian on the main seat, found a seat and sat down, closing his eyes and remaining silent.

The Qianyuan Realm has explored the Mingyu Ancient Realm many times, with millions of disciples entering each time. In addition to trying their luck to find clues about "Cang" and looking for opportunities and fortune, they have also cultivated a lot of local forces over countless years.

However, what they cultivated were all some secular forces. It's not that they haven't thought about cultivating the forces of cultivators. Unfortunately, each exploration was separated by tens of thousands of years, and the targets of the cultivator forces were too obvious. They were either strangled by the local cultivation forces in the ancient world, or lost control and backfired on themselves.

The secular forces are sufficiently hidden and easy to control, and if you cast a wide net, many can still survive.

It is impossible for these secular forces to use it to find clues about "Cang", but it can also bring them a lot of convenience. This large mansion belongs to the secular forces of Daluo Sword Sect.

Before long, the hall was filled with dozens of people, all of whom were representatives of dozens of forces from the Qianyuan Realm that had descended on the Yudi Dynasty. Each force had gathered a large number of cultivators, and together there were about one or two thousand people.

A black light fell outside the door, and a big man in black armor walked into the hall. He looked gloomy and murderous, and said loudly:

"No need to wait any longer. The people from Qi Sect and Sunset Valley have been surrounded and killed by the cultivators from the Ancient World Alliance."

The Ancient World Alliance is an organization established by the ancient world's cultivation community in order to wipe out the invading "foreign demons" from the Qianyuan Realm. It has a long history. Every time the two worlds meet and descend upon the ancient world, this organization will be activated and will automatically disband after three years.

Every local cultivator force in the ancient world was involved, and was the biggest cause of casualties among the disciples of the Qianyuan Realm!

There are also powerful beings in this world, and many of them are good at calculating. Unfortunately, the cultivators of Qianyuan Realm were not born in this world, and their true spiritual aura cannot enter the heavenly secrets, so they cannot calculate the whereabouts of others at all.

Although there were millions of disciples descending each time, the Ancient World of Mingyu was too large and scattered, so it was impossible for these powerful people to concentrate and kill them. This was the significance of the establishment of the Ancient World Alliance, using the human sea tactics to find all the "outside demons" one by one! This time, the two worlds met 10,000 years in advance, which caught the Ancient World Alliance off guard and made them react a step slower. However, from the destruction of the Qi Sect and Sunset Valley, it seemed that the Ancient World Alliance had been fully activated. The faces of the people in the hall were solemn. They had to hide like mice from time to time and be more careful in all their actions.

There is absolutely no chance of winning if they confront the local forces head-on. Their strength is only at the Yuanshen realm. As long as a powerful person from the ancient world is dispatched, he can destroy them single-handedly.

The most important thing is to disperse and hide your tracks. It is easy to be exposed when there are too many people. If you attract the attention of a powerful monk, you will have no choice but to be killed.

Looking at the many monks with solemn expressions in the hall, Qinglian on the main throne spoke.

"Everyone, please be patient. Our sect's base here is absolutely safe. However, in order to avoid causing trouble, we should finish the matter as soon as possible so that we can resolve the issue in pieces."

"I recently received news that a secret realm will be revealed in the Wulan Mountains in a few months. It is said that there are clues about 'Cang' in it."

As soon as Qinglian finished speaking, the atmosphere in the hall became tense, and everyone was obviously shocked by the news.

"Impossible! This must be fake news. How can we get a clue so soon?"

"It must be a conspiracy of the Ancient World Alliance!"

Qinglian raised his hand, signaling everyone to stay calm, and then said:

"Everyone knows the rules. As long as the news is about Cang, we must go explore regardless of whether it's true or false."

"Indeed, the Ancient World Alliance has used this kind of false news to trap and kill many cultivators from our Qianyuan World in the past, but we have no choice but to try our best to confirm the authenticity of the news."

"I called all of you here this time because I want you to investigate this news together to prevent us from falling into the trap of the Ancient World Alliance."

Everyone in the hall looked at each other and nodded. They were not fools. They were the kind of people who would not cast their nets until they saw the osprey. They would not show their nets unless they were sure that it was foolproof.

In less than a cup of tea, everyone had finished discussing many matters, and each of them concealed their bodies and left quickly. They all had secret methods of communicating with each other, and would not gather together unless it was a special situation. The more dispersed they were, the safer they were.

Soon, Qinglian and Bai Jiange were the only ones left in the hall. Qinglian looked at Bai Jiange with a smile in her eyes and said, "Brother Bai, what do you think about this?"

Qinglian's strength is very strong, not inferior to Bai Jiange. Compared with Bai Jiange who is wholeheartedly devoted to swordsmanship, he is more sociable. It didn't take him much time to use extraordinary means to unite the cultivators near the Yudi Dynasty, and he is implicitly the leader.

"Fellow Daoist Qinglian, I think this is fake news."

"Oh? Why do you think so?"

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"Just a gut feeling."

After saying this, Bai Jiange stood up, saluted slightly in farewell, and disappeared into a sword light.

Qinglian was left alone sitting in the hall, his brows furrowed, a look of deep thought on his face. He knew that Bai Jiange possessed the physique of "clear sword heart" and a pure heart, so he would certainly not completely ignore this intuitive saying.

He had no idea whether there were any clues about "Cang" in the secret realm, and his goal was not "Cang". As long as the secret realm was real and the thing inside was real, he didn't mind taking a risk.

"Cang" is too illusory. How many of the millions of disciples who descended on the ancient world would be willing to go looking for "Cang"? Since ancient times, countless failures have made them lose all confidence.

I'm afraid that most people will find a place to hide, stay there for three years, and safely pass this mandatory mission and return to the Qianyuan Realm.

Of course, there are also many people who want to make a fortune, hide their identities, and look for opportunities. The ancient world has many "specialties" that are not available in the Qianyuan world. If you can get some, it will be worth the trip.

Qinglian is such a person. He has received reliable information that the secret realm in the Wulan Mountains contains precious sword intent seeds, the extremely rare "Sword Intent of Death". The sword intent he condensed is the "Sword Intent of Life". The sword intent seeds in the secret realm are very important to him, and are related to his future path.

No matter whether there are clues about "Cang" in the secret realm, or whether there is a dark hand hiding behind it, he will give it a try.

As long as he can get what he wants, he would not hesitate even if all the fellow Taoists in Qianyuan Realm died. This is also the reason why he gathered everyone together.

Thinking of this, Qinglian's gentle smile disappeared, his eyes became fierce, and all kinds of conspiracies and tricks kept emerging in his mind.

Bai Jiange turned into a sword light and left the hall, returning to his own yard. He sat down beside the stone table, took out a pot of spirit wine, poured it out and drank it by himself. After the pot of spirit wine went into his stomach, his eyes became slightly blurred.

He drew out the green long sword, gently stroked the blade, his eyes filled with memories, and muttered to himself: "Senior Sister..."

The hazy look of memories disappeared in an instant and turned into a sharp gaze.

"Qinglian, I hope you won't make a mistake. My sword doesn't want to drink the blood of its fellow disciples."

He sheathed the green sword and put it away carefully. He stood up and looked into the distant sky. A young man's figure emerged in his mind. He was a young man whose Taoist heart and will moved him.

"I wonder how I am doing now. Have I successfully arrived in the wilderness and joined the physical cultivation sect..."

Without women in mind, drawing the sword will make you a god! (⊙o⊙*) 　　 　 (End of this chapter)