Becoming an immortal against the will of heaven

Chen Tian's words forced back the words that were about to come out of Old Ancestor Motian's mouth. After a long sigh, a deep look of helplessness appeared on Old Ancestor Motian's face, and he lowered his hands, no longer speaking.

As for Han Wuming, he also showed a bitter smile, quietly watching Chen Tian.

Logically speaking, Chen Tian had just helped him解除 (jiechu - remove/dispel) the slave restriction, and Han Wuming should have been very happy. But who knew that Chen Tian would suddenly say these words without warning, which made Han Wuming's heart feel like a spilled bottle of mixed seasonings, making him feel a burst of sour, sweet, bitter, and spicy flavors, leaving a bad taste in his mouth!

As for the others present, there was even less need to mention them. Most of them were seeing Chen Tian for the first time, and it was because they admired Chen Tian's heroic deeds that they chose to join the Immortal Demon Sect.

But what made them feel depressed at this time was that they had just met their idol, and Chen Tian was about to leave them again. This feeling was not good for anyone!

So in an instant, everyone fell into a silent silence, and the surrounding air seemed to become heavier.

Seeing this scene, Chen Tian first sighed inwardly, and then a smile appeared on his face, pretending to be relaxed and said: "Actually, you don't need to show this expression. The moon has its phases of waxing and waning, and people have their joys and sorrows of parting and reunion. This is the cycle of the Heavenly Dao, so I hope that when I leave, you can use a smile to see me off. This is my last wish as the sect master. Are you willing to listen?"

"Haha, the sect master is right. Instead of sighing, we might as well use optimism to see off the sect master. How about this, I propose that we have another farewell banquet tonight, and everyone can have a good time together, what do you think?" Han Wuming had been with Chen Tian for the longest time, and he was the most able to understand Chen Tian's intentions. He naturally knew that since Chen Tian had already made this choice, he would not change it. In that case, what was the point of continuing to be sad?

At this time, a reluctant smile also appeared on Old Ancestor Motian's face, and he scolded Han Wuming with a smile: "When the sect master just came back, he already held a banquet. How long has it been since then, and you want to hold another one? I think it's probably because you old rascal are greedy and want to steal spirit wine!"

"Hehe, Old Mo, you don't have any other skills, but your winemaking skills are superb. You insisted on waiting until the sect master came back before you would take out that jar of Hundred Honey Nectar. In that case, of course I have to drink to my heart's content tonight, and not just me, everyone will drink until they are drunk tonight, okay!"

When Han Wuming said the last sentence, he raised his arms and shouted to everyone.

"Haha, if there's wine to drink, you naturally have to count me in!"

"Yes, everyone will drink until they are drunk tonight, no one can escape!"

Through the duet of Han Wuming and Old Ancestor Motian, the crowd, who had just been immersed in a lost atmosphere, became enthusiastic again, and began to look forward to the banquet tonight.

Chen Tian could naturally see that Han Wuming and Old Ancestor Motian were diverting the topic for him, so he thanked them: "Thank you for your hard work."

However, upon hearing Chen Tian's words, Han Wuming and Old Ancestor Motian couldn't help but smile bitterly, then lowered their heads and said nothing more.

This night, every Immortal Demon Sect disciple opened their stomachs and drank wildly. They all understood that after tonight, what awaited them would be an Immortal Demon Sect without Chen Tian!

As for what kind of development the Immortal Demon Sect will have in the future? Everyone's hearts were filled with endless unknowns!

Under the hypnosis of massive amounts of alcohol, gradually, all the Immortal Demon Sect disciples felt that the scene in front of them was blurry, and then a burst of dizziness attacked them, causing everyone to fall directly on the wide square and snore loudly.

"You two, come with me!"

Chen Tian and Han Wuming, Old Ancestor Motian, and others, sat on the highest platform of the square. After all the disciples fell asleep, Chen Tian suddenly put down the wine glass in his hand, greeted the two, and then suddenly got up and flew forward.

Seeing this, Han Wuming and Old Ancestor Motian naturally did not dare to delay, and hurriedly jumped up and followed closely behind Chen Tian.

After a while, Chen Tian came to the mountain gate of the Immortal Demon Sect. Because the mountain-守山 (shǒu shān - guarding) disciples who were usually stationed here were also invited to participate in the banquet, it was quiet here, with only the pale moonlight shining down like a waterfall.

At this time, Han Wuming and Old Ancestor Motian had also arrived here. They looked serious and stood respectfully beside Chen Tian.

After scanning the surroundings, Chen Tian suddenly waved his hand. Then, strange flags appeared in his hand.

There were a large number of these flags, as many as ninety-nine, and the colors were also different, with red, blue, and gold.

After taking out these three-colored flags, Chen Tian's face suddenly became gloomy. Then, he quickly chanted a series of strange incantations, and shouted: "Go!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the three-colored flags in Chen Tian's hand flew without wind. Among them, thirty-three red flags were inserted within a range of thousands of miles nearby. When the flags landed, a circle of red罩 (zhào - cover/shield) suddenly appeared.

The other thirty-three blue flags were inserted within a range of hundreds of miles nearby. When the flags landed, a burst of fierce飓风 (jù fēng - hurricane/cyclone) that could blow flesh and break bones suddenly roared out, forming a huge wind wall.

As for the last thirty-three golden flags, they landed steadily around Phoenix Cry Mountain. When the flags landed, a golden light flashed suddenly, but it soon dimmed and perfectly matched the surrounding night. However, if you look closely, you can find that these golden lights actually formed a纱帐 (shā zhàng - gauze curtain) like veil, covering the entire Phoenix Cry Mountain.

Although the distance was very far, Han Wuming and Old Ancestor Motian could still feel that a vast power that could destroy the earth and destroy the earth was散发 (sàn fā - emit/exude) from this golden gauze curtain!

"Sect Master, what are these?" Looking at this rather strange scene in front of him, Old Ancestor Motian frowned and asked Chen Tian.