Luo Jianqing nodded: "It's him."
Venerable Yuqingzi narrowed his eyes in disgust and began to talk about what he knew.
Venerable Yuqingzi has been cultivating for nearly a thousand years. Though only in the late stages of the Tribulation Crossing stage, she knows far more than the single-minded Xuanlingzi. Like the Blood Pill Ancestor, she's a master of alchemy. She briefly touched upon the Blood Pill Ancestor's practice of refining human elixirs, concluding, "I remember a rumor circulating over three hundred years ago that the Blood Pill Ancestor had created a formula for a ninth-grade divine elixir. At the time, I dismissed it as nonsense. Creating an elixir formula is incredibly difficult, let alone a ninth-grade divine elixir. Now it seems... perhaps it's true."
Many peak masters of Taihua Mountain gathered in front of the mountain gate of Guiyuan Sect and expressed their feelings together.
This situation is really too weird. One great being in the Spirit Transformation Stage, three great beings in the Mahayana Stage, and five great beings in the Tribulation Crossing Stage, plus many cultivators in the Fusion Stage and the Out-of-Body Stage, gathered at the gate of someone else's sect to discuss things. No matter how you look at it... it seems like they are here to challenge the sect.
The Guiyuan Sect's Grand Elder was in seclusion, so the abbot, Master Zhishan, arrived at the mountain gate and said with a helpless smile, "Amitabha, as long as you come, you are a guest. Why don't you come in and chat? I have prepared some rooms. Why don't you rest for a while before making other plans?"
Hearing this, Yu Qingzi was about to agree, but unexpectedly Xuan Lingzi said, "No need, we will go back immediately. Thank you for your kindness, Master."
Master Zhishan was slightly stunned, his kind face full of smiles: "Yes, it is time to leave early."
Xuan Lingzi nodded slightly to Master Zhishan, then pulled Luo Jianqing up onto the Xuanling Sword. The other cultivators on Mount Taihua were stunned at first, then suddenly became serious. With solemn expressions, they hurried towards Mount Taihua, quickly disappearing into the horizon.
The young monk guarding the mountain gate scratched his head and asked in confusion, "Why are these donors from Mount Taihua leaving so soon?"
The Buddhist disciple beside him smiled slightly upon hearing this, his clear and bright eyes fixed on the direction where Luo Jianqing and the others had disappeared. After a long while, the smile on his face gradually faded. He fiddled with his Buddhist beads with his left hand, but reached out with his right hand to catch a drop of rain falling from the sky.
"Listen, everyone, to the first night's impermanence verse. Troubles are bottomless, the sea of life and death is boundless. Junior Brother Jingxin, you don't understand the reasoning behind this. Just continue to cultivate freely like this, free from worries and troubles. The sea of afflictions is too deep; do not cross it, do not even think about it. This battle is inevitable, this battle... when will it end?"
The young novice monk looked at the Buddhist disciple in confusion, and finally bowed respectfully and said, "Amitabha."
The Buddhist disciple smiled and looked at him: "Amitabha."
The Guiyuan Sect still held sway above Cenzhou, serving as a barrier to the Demon Realm and a secondary barrier to the Monster Realm. The lingering scent of sandalwood lingered, exuding a gentle and enduring aura through the forest. The melodies of forest bells echoed softly, and the Tianwai Immortal Sect loomed within.
At this moment, after finding Luo Jianqing, the important matter that everyone had forgotten came before their eyes.
Along the way, everyone rushed back to Taihua Mountain as quickly as possible. However, when they just returned to Taihua Mountain, they saw some black-clothed ghost cultivators and wealthy cultivators in brocade clothes and sable furs gathering at the foot of Taihua Mountain.
The fierce ghost cultivator in the lead took a step forward, his spiritual power
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