How is that possible? He's only at the Great Completion Realm!
Just as shocked as these jaw-dropping demons were the long-silent elders of the Han Yu Sect.
Black Owl did not forcefully break the great formation. His incomparably sharp sword intent surged at close range on the great formation of the Cold Imperial Sect's mountain gate, conjuring up phantom longswords that created a shocking scene of ten thousand swords dancing in the sky above the Cold Imperial Sect.
The long-silent Han Yu Sect erupted in unprecedented uproar:
"Look, what's that!"
"Which elder has broken through to the True Realm and is about to undergo the Ascension Tribulation?"
"It doesn't seem like it; there are no tribulation clouds gathering in the sky."
The elders of the Han Yu Sect were also startled awake from their meditation, excitedly rising to look up at the spectacular sight in the sky:
"A myriad of swords paying homage! The sect leader has returned!"
"The sect leader has finally returned!"
Only the First Elder and the Fifth Elder, who had been in charge for nearly a thousand years, quickly went out to meet, their expressions not very good.
"Is it really the sect leader who has returned?" Fifth Elder Zhao Guanchao didn't want to believe it was true.
“Apart from the sect leader, no one in the world can cultivate ten thousand sword energies and manifest them. Ling Qing has probably really returned,” Elder Ling Du said with a gloomy face, his eyes and face showing even more displeasure.
"Back then, he disregarded the sect's reputation and left without a word, leaving the entire sect to you, the Grand Elder, and said that if he did not return for a thousand years, the Hanyu Sect would not emerge for a thousand years, and after a thousand years, you, the Grand Elder, would automatically inherit the position of sect leader."
Now that the millennium is almost here, he has suddenly returned. Is he deliberately trying to mess with you, Elder?
What does he take you, Elder? What does he take our Hanyu Sect for?
"We're better off without such an irresponsible sect leader. Elder, if you were to succeed as sect leader, you would surely govern much better than that brat!"
Zhao Guanchao was filled with righteous indignation, speaking with spittle flying everywhere, as if he could rush out and drive Ling Qing away at any moment.
But Ling Du knew that Zhao Guanchao was a fickle opportunist. The reason he acted so "loyal" to him was simply because the other elders in the sect had become lazy since Ling Qing left and hadn't been involved in much affairs for the past thousand years.
And since Emperor Daizong relied on him more during his reign, his voice carried more weight.
If Ling Qing were to return and regain the position of sect leader, all forces would have to revert to their state a thousand years ago.
As the fifth elder, who was not of the same surname, he was not outstanding in any aspect of cultivation or talent, and had to stand aside with the empty title of elder.
His loyalty wasn't to Ling Du as a person, but only to the real power he held!
“Ling Qing’s Ten Thousand Swords Paying Homage to the Sect has reappeared, and everyone in the sect has been alarmed. What can we do now? Not only can we not go to the mountain gate to welcome the new members, but we also cannot fall behind others.” Ling Du’s face was dark. He swept his long sleeves behind him and headed towards the mountain gate.
Before leaving the main hall, he instructed his disciples to ring the bell nine times to welcome Ling Qing's return.
A thousand years ago, Ling Qing was reborn from her mortal body, but her original immortal form had already been stolen and occupied by Jun Luoying under the guise of being her fiancée.
While the "Ten Thousand Swords Paying Homage" formation looked impressive, it clearly lacked the imposing aura that once commanded submission.
It's unclear whether Ling Qing's current cultivation level is insufficient, or whether he is deliberately restraining himself to avoid harming others.
He needs to first check Ling Qing's appearance and cultivation level before...
As Ling Du walked, he pondered in his mind. His long, thin face and white beard, combined with the uniform white robes of the Han Yu Sect, made him appear as cold, hard, and sharp as an icicle hanging from the eaves, as if he might fall from the eaves at any moment and take someone's life!
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