As soon as these words came out, Yue Wuji's body, which had been motionless like a sculpture, finally trembled slightly. His hands that were tightly grasping the coffin finally loosened slightly, and his head, which had been lowered all the time, slowly raised again, revealing Yue Wuji's face.

The tears on his face had disappeared, obviously evaporated by Yue Wuji, but his eyes were red, and the sadness in them could be easily distinguished.

But Yue Wuji's expression at this moment was full of a kind of silent firmness. He looked at Ye Wuque and nodded gently, and said hoarsely: "I understand, Junior Brother Ye."

The two of them stood up together, and the four generals also stood up and stepped aside.

"Brother Yue, you are the direct disciple of the master, and you have a father-son relationship with him. You should stand in the front row with Ba Lao to carry the coffin for the master."

Ye Wuque said this, but then he saw Yue Wuji slowly shaking his head and said, "No! Brother Ye, you should stand here. The last time you woke me up, Master and I had a long talk all night and told me everything. Master said that if it weren't for you, my Beidou Daoji Sect might be on the road to destruction. If it weren't for you, Master wouldn't be able to fight Daluo at all."

"You are the one who changed the fate of the sect, you are the one who made the sect nirvana, no one is more qualified to stand here than you."

Yue Wuji's words were sonorous, his tone was firm, and he was full of deep gratitude.

After saying this, he took the initiative to walk to the back of the coffin and stood behind Ye Wuque.

The last person to carry the coffin was Yue Wuji.

He was the direct disciple of the Daoji Sect Master, and was raised by the Daoji Sect Master, and they had a father-son relationship.

Seeing this, Ye Wuque sighed in his heart, and said nothing more, but walked back to the left side of the coffin.

"Lift... the coffin!!"

This time, it was no longer Tianshuzi who spoke, but Tianjizi!

Ba Lao, Ye Wuque, Tianshuzi, and Yue Wuji held the bottom of the coffin with their palms, and exerted their strength together!

The huge coffin was gently lifted by the four of them and stood in the air.

"Enter... the mausoleum!!"

Dongdongdong...

heavy footsteps sounded, and the coffin moved slowly under the support of the four people, and went silently towards the road leading to Daoji Square.

At this moment, it was sunset, and the dim sunlight shone down and fell on the coffin, making the coffin seem to be inlaid with a layer of light gold edges, but it also gave people a sense of sadness at sunset.

But this sadness was soon replaced by a sense of perfection and tranquility. Under the support of the four people, the coffin finally entered the stone steps, slowly tilted, and slowly went down.

"Send... the Sect Master!!!"

Tianjizi's hoarse voice with a hint of sobs sounded again!

Wow!

All the true disciples in the entire Daoji Square bowed deeply again, watching the coffin of the Daoji Sect Master slowly disappear into the stone steps, and many disciples even cried out in pain! Under the

Daoji Square, the Sect Master's Tomb.

Dong!

The huge coffin was gently placed in an area that had been vacated for a long time, and in front of it, there were coffins one after another. These were all the Sect Masters of the Beidou Daoji Sect from generation to generation. After death, they all rested here, implying that they would always be with the sect.

In front of the coffin of the Daoji Sect Master, Ba Lao, Ye Wuque, Tian Shuzi, and Yue Wuji bowed deeply three times again.

"Master, you rest here well, I will come to see you often..."

Yue Wuji's hoarse and choked voice sounded.

Ba Lao and Ye Wuque did not speak, but the sighs and sadness in their eyes kept flashing, and so did Tian Shuzi.

Half a quarter of an hour later, the worship was over.

Ba Lao led Ye Wuque and the others out of the mausoleum.

Crack!

Watching the cracks on the ground slowly close and eventually disappear, it seemed to indicate that the Dao Ji Sect Master had finally left the troubles of the mortal world and rested in peace.

After Ba Lao once again took a deep look at the closed mausoleum, he suddenly turned around, his robe fluttering, his face expressionless, his eyes unpredictable, and walked step by step to the end of the square, slowly walking towards the throne placed there, symbolizing the position of the Sect Master.

At the same time, Tian Shuzi's expression became firm, and his voice rang out again!

"After this mourning, the sect master has rested in peace."

"The person has passed away..."

"But... the living should be like this!"

"A country cannot be without a king for a day, a family cannot be without a master for a day, and similarly, Beidou Daoji Sect cannot be without a sect master for a day!" "

In accordance with the sect master's will, under the joint witness of the five great leaders and the Holy Son, and under the observation of dozens of representatives of the major forces in Beidou, it is hereby announced that from this moment on, Kaiyangzi will inherit the position of the new generation sect master of our Beidou Daoji Sect!"

"Please invite the new sect master... to take the throne!!"

As the sonorous and solemn words fell, Ba Lao also walked to the end of Daoji Square and walked to the throne!

Wow!

The long robe swung in the void, making a rustling sound!

Ba Lao turned around and slowly sat on the throne that symbolized the position of the sect master. His face was calm, his eyes were sharp, and his momentum was across the ten directions!

"From now on, I am... Daoji!"

The domineering and indifferent words sounded from Ba Lao's mouth, echoing between this world!

Swish!

Under the throne, the five great leaders stood side by side with Ye Wuque. At this moment, they all bent down, clasped their fists, and bowed deeply to Ba Lao!

"Greetings... Sect Master!"

Swish!

All the disciples of Beidou Daoji Sect followed the five great leaders and the Holy Son, bowed down, clasped their fists, and the voices full of respect and enthusiasm resounded through the clouds and penetrated the nine heavens!

"Greetings... Sect Master!"

The dozens of Tongtian Realm beings also clasped their fists at this moment, but did not bow down, and also bowed to Ba Lao!

"Greetings to Daoji Sect Master!"

This is the tradition of Beidou Daoji Sect. Every successor to the Sect Master will bear the name of "Daoji"!

In other words, every Sect Master of Beidou Daoji Sect will be called... Daoji Sect Master from now on

! On the throne!

Ba Lao's face was calm, but his eyes were slightly raised, looking at the vast starry sky. The depths of his sharp and unpredictable eyes slowly became firm and persistent, and his mutterings resounded in his heart.

"Brother, you watch carefully in the sky. I will definitely protect the sect and all the disciples in the sect, and pass on our Beidou Daoji Sect well..."

"Leave it to me... Don't worry."