In the Great Wilderness Dynasty, in the Golden Palace, a young man in a dragon robe sat on the dragon throne, and the court officials on both sides were discussing the incident of the Demon Cult destroying the Jinshan Temple. One of the court officials suggested sending troops to attack the Demon Cult.
Suddenly there was an urgent report from outside.
Report... A man wearing a fish-dragon robe and an embroidered spring sword on his waist quickly ran into the hall and knelt on one knee. It was the commander of the Jinyiwei of the Great Wilderness Dynasty.
"Your Majesty, news has come from Xuankong Mountain that the Demon Cult has led its people to attack Xuankong Pavilion. No one from the sect survived. The head of the Wanjian Sect, Ximen Tian, went to rescue them but was killed by Zhou Qiong with a palm strike."
"What? You're telling the truth!" The young emperor sitting on the dragon throne stood up in fright.
"Everything I said is true. The bodies of Ximen Tian and Taoist Chongxu are still nailed to the stone tablet on Xuankong Mountain!"
The young emperor was so frightened that he sat down powerlessly on the dragon throne. You know, there was only one master at the level of Martial Emperor in the Great Wilderness Dynasty, and that was his father, the previous Great Wilderness Emperor, who died last year.
Now the most powerful person in the entire Great Wilderness Dynasty is his teacher, the Grand Tutor, who has only reached the peak of the Martial Emperor realm.
The emperor looked at the Grand Tutor who was standing at the head of the officials and asked, "Grand Tutor, what should we do now? Will the Demon Cult attack our Great Wilderness Dynasty?"
An old man in a purple official robe stood up and said, "Your Majesty, don't worry. My Great Wilderness Dynasty has never targeted the Demon Cult since ancient times, and has never talked about exorcising demons. The Demon Cult will not attack us."
"That's good, that's good!" The young emperor breathed a sigh of relief.
The Taifu below had a flash of worry in his eyes. He was not very confident whether the Demon Cult would attack the Great Wilderness Dynasty.
Wanjian Mountain, in the meeting hall, the weak Ximen Di sat in the position of the head. The elders below all looked worried, ever since the news that the head Ximen Tian was killed by Zhou Qiong's palm was passed back to Wanjian Mountain.
Everyone couldn't believe it. If the news hadn't spread all over the world, they would have thought someone was joking. After reluctantly accepting the fact, the elders finally decided to let Ximen Di, who was still seriously injured and had not recovered, take over as the head of the sect.
"Master, what should we do now? The Demon Cult will not let us go." Several elders asked Ximen Di who was sitting in the upper seat.
Ximendi straightened up, "Everyone, now I, in the name of the seventeenth leader of Wanjian Sect, announce that from today on, Wanjian Sect will be officially disbanded."
"What, Simon, are you crazy?"
"You are such an ambitious person. You want to disband the sect right after becoming the sect leader. My Wanjian Sect has been established for thousands of years. How can you disband it just like that?"
The elders below immediately pointed at Ximen Di's nose and started to curse. If they hadn't had some sense left, they would have started to fight.
“Then I wonder what good ideas the elders have…” Simon glanced at the elders in front of him with disdain.
To be honest, the Wanjian Sect had already declined by their generation. The five once famous sects have actually been marginalized over the years.
There was not a single Martial Emperor, and the elders in front of him were only at the mid-Martial Emperor level, and there was even one at the peak of the Martial King level. They only took the position of elder because of their seniority.
All these years, they had been relying on the two brothers to barely hold on. It was not easy for Ximen Tian to break through to the Martial Emperor Realm, but before he could show his strength, he was killed by Zhou Qiong's palm. Now he can't support himself at all.
And the Demon Cult will not let them go easily.
Seeing the elders in front of him mumbling without replying, Ximen Di sneered, picked up the long sword on the table, turned around and walked out. "I have finished talking. The Demon Cult may come to my Wanjian Mountain at any time. I am leaving first. See you again in the future."
Several elders looked at Ximen Di who had already left, and wanted to speak several times but no words came out.
Looking at Ximendi who had disappeared, the great elder of the middle stage of the Martial Emperor sighed and said, "Forget it, just disperse. Go out and tell the disciples that those who want to stay can stay, and those who don't want to stay can leave."
"Great Elder, what about you?" the only elder at the Martial King level asked in a low voice.
"I was born here. Now I am old and don't want to go anywhere else. I will stay in Wanjian Mountain and live and die with it. Do you want to stay too?"
No one responded and an awkward atmosphere appeared in the air. An elder sighed, turned and walked out of the hall. Watching him leave, several other elders also hurried away. In the end, only the chief elder was left in the hall.
"Alas, the Wanjian Sect has completely disappeared, hahaha..." The laughter was filled with endless sadness.
In the Demon Cult's headquarters, a dark figure was kneeling in front of Zhou Qiong.
"Master, news came from the Xuan Department that Ximen Di disbanded the Wanjian Sect after becoming the Sect Leader. Now, except for the Grand Elder and a few disciples who are unwilling to leave, the Wanjian Sect has become an empty mountain."
Zhou Qiong chuckled, "Oh, this Simon is really smart!"
"Has there been any progress in the spatial turbulence that Xuanbu discovered in the Far West last time?"
"Master, we still haven't found anything. It has disappeared since it appeared last time. Xuan San and Xuan Si are still searching over there."
"Okay, go down!"
"System, are you sure that the spatial turbulence is a space-time channel?"
"Yes, every continent has a space-time channel leading to the upper world. Something may have happened on this continent so the channel is hidden, but it will not disappear."
"System, there are realms above the Martial God Realm, right?"
"Of course, to be precise, there is no Martial God Realm. Above the Martial Emperor Realm is the Tongxuan Realm, which has a total of ten levels. The early, middle, late, and peak stages of the Martial God Realm correspond to the first four levels of the Tongxuan Realm respectively.
As long as the people of the lower continents have reached the fifth level of the Tongxuan Realm, they will automatically ascend to the upper realm. Others will need to go through the space-time channel. The Wudi Realm can go to the upper realm."
"System, how big is the upper realm?"
"It is boundless. With your cultivation level, you will not be able to reach the end even if you fly for ten thousand years."
"Host, are you planning to go to the upper realm now?"
"Of course! No, according to what you said, how can a small character like me in the Martial Emperor Realm live freely in the upper realm? It is better for me to develop here first, and then go to the upper realm with my men."
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