Zhang Ling knew the reason. He had reached the highest level of celestial immortal. If he wanted to break through to the level of Xuanxian, he had to complete the test of three levels. Only after passing these three levels and achieving the Xuanxian Dao Fruit could he continue to slay demons and increase his realm of cultivation.
After all, if one's state of mind cannot be improved, even if one's cultivation level increases rapidly, it would be unworthy of one's position, making people feel proud and unaware of the value of things. It would also make one appear arrogant, unable to reflect on oneself and be cautious, and ultimately bring disaster.
Xuanxian Dao Fruit...
Zhang Ling shook his head and didn't think too far ahead. He couldn't be too ambitious at the moment. He had to calm down and complete the three stages, only then could he achieve success.
The wind and clouds between heaven and earth stopped, and only a young man in green clothes was hovering tall and straight among the clouds, as if frozen into a beautiful painting.
Countless people in the Taoist sect or mortal historians wanted to paint this scene in books, but they found it difficult to paint because it was too obscure.
Zhang Ling seemed to sense something and nodded after two or three breaths, which was a silent consent.
Those ink pens that were originally heavy and obscure and difficult to move suddenly became free and easy, and they splashed ink and wrote freely, unrestrained and not affected by any invisible resistance.
Zhang Ling killed the Sui God in this battle, and this world will always remember: an immortal came from outside the domain, descended to the mortal world, and with a thought, a sword formation of heaven and earth was born, with a pair of green rainbows, and the sharp edges intertwined, killing the Sui God, saving the people, and protecting the world from the catastrophe of the end of the world!
“Wuwuwu——”
The feeling of surviving a catastrophe makes the mortals in this world burst into tears and cannot control their emotions.
This time they had truly survived a calamity, and the great god Sui would never be resurrected again. They couldn't help but become excited and fell to their knees on the ground, kowtowed in unison to the young man in blue clothes above the clouds in the sky, and shed tears of gratitude.
Zhang Ling stood among the clouds, turned his head and looked down at all living beings. His peerless profile was as handsome as jade, and his brows were full of compassion and relief. His eyes were as deep as the Milky Way in the sky and the shining stars, but he did not want to stay here any longer. He turned around and took a step forward, walked across the long road of emptiness, and left this world.
After Zhang Ling left this world, everyone seemed to have a sense of it. It was hard to explain, but everyone could clearly know something through their intuition.
"He's gone..."
Outside the Five Thunder Sword Temple, Qingxuan looked up at the departing figure of the young man, feeling inexplicably distraught. He shook his head and shed tears, then smiled slightly. After four or five breaths, he was stunned for a moment and stood there blankly without moving.
"The Immortal Master is gone!"
The head of the Five Thunder Sword Temple sighed deeply, and like the other people from the Taoist sect, he stood there for a long time, staring at this stunning young immortal and bidding farewell!
"Although the Immortal Master has passed away, the Zhenglei Sword Temple will continue to carry on his will!"
Xu Beixuan clenched his fists tightly and swore in his heart that he would do what Zhang Ling asked of him.
He will also let the people of this world fulfill the trust given by the Immortal Lord!
…
More than ten years later.
Zhenglei Sword Temple.
Thousands of Taoist disciples stood in the huge Taoist temple, and a statue of a god stood in the center of the front.
With a shout of "Bow!", everyone knelt on the ground without hesitation and kowtowed respectfully towards the front.
The statue looked like a young boy, or like a banished immortal, lifelike and exquisite, as if it were a work of nature, like a masterpiece of nature, with eyes slightly closed, motionless as a mountain, holding a scroll in his left hand and a talisman in his right hand, with two carved three-foot green peaks hanging on both sides of his body. It looked holy and elegant, but also gave people a sense of awe and sublimity.
A bearded, young-looking man in a Taoist robe stood in front of the statue. He respectfully inserted three tall and thick incense sticks into the incense burner. The burning incense emitted a rich musky aroma that filled the entire Taoist temple.
Thus, the whole kneeling ceremony is over.
"Master Xu!"
At this moment, a voice came from behind the young man.
He turned around and saw who it was, Ying Caixia: "Junior Sister Ying, why are you here!"
Ying Caixia said happily: "Master Qingxuan has successfully broken through the shackles and entered the realm of earthly immortals!"
Now that Xu Beixuan has established his own sect and become the head of Zhenglei Sword Temple, he originally wanted to invite Qingxuan to take the position of head. After all, the other party is his uncle in terms of seniority, and is also half-master's wife.
Of course, the latter is just Xu Beixuan's wishful thinking, and it is also the wishful thinking of all Taoist people in the world.
Only Qingxuan himself knows what the real situation is.
When it came to inviting Qingxuan to be the headmaster of Leijian Temple, the other party declined again and again. Finally, Xu Beixuan had to take a compromise and appointed him as the deputy headmaster.
The position of deputy head will naturally be taken by Qingxuan.
After all, the Zhenglei Sword Temple is not under the supervision of Qingxuan, which is obviously a bit irregular, and it is hard to guarantee that the outside world will not gossip.
In this way, the two of them joined forces to develop the sword concept and do more good things to the best of their ability.
At this moment, Xu Beixuan heard that Qingxuan had broken through and achieved the status of Earthly Immortal, and he was overjoyed and said, "Dudou, you should quickly invite all the Taoists in the world to come and watch the ceremony. In three days, the Zhenglei Sword Temple will hold a seven-day banquet."
Upon hearing this, Liu Dudou, who was standing by, nodded immediately, turned around and walked out, starting to make arrangements for the ceremony.
…
Three days later.
On a lonely and high mountain in Zhengleijian Temple, a woman looked up at the sky in silence.
"Master, the viewing ceremony has begun!" Ying Caixia walked behind the woman and said respectfully.
The woman turned around and revealed her true face.
She was dressed in a black Taoist robe and looked like a voluptuous woman in her thirties or forties. Her delicate facial features and elegant makeup were graceful. A mahogany hairpin tied her hair up, making it stand tall like a butterfly, showing her dignity and elegance.
Just like the night when Zhang Ling first came to Wulei Sword Temple, she was still graceful and beautiful beyond words.
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