Eternal Tranquility

Haoyuan City.

Within the translucent light curtain, the Great Xumi Qiankun Pagoda stood quietly on the high platform, with thick gray mist still flowing on the bottom layer. Under the stage, disciples from the four sects were chatting in pairs or sitting quietly in a corner. From time to time, someone came from the tower and left the hall dejectedly.

Four Nascent Soul Stage real people were standing in front of the tower, gathering together to gaze at the tower.

"The time is almost up." The middle-aged man from the Shaoyang Sect stroked the short beard on his chin and said slowly: "I just don't know how many people will be able to pass the three levels this time. At present, there are only two people left in the tower. Become a person of left and right."

"Less than 20%." The female monk of the Yinxian Sect on the side said: "There are only about 3,000 people left. Many people were directly eliminated in the first level of luck, and those who are still in the tower may not be They all got the entry tokens." She looked at Ming Yangzi and said, "Fellow Taoist Ming Yangzi, is the level setting this time a little difficult?"

"Fairy Feifeng's words are wrong." Mingyangzi said: "Luck, perseverance, character, plus spiritual qualifications, all are indispensable on the road to cultivating immortality. None of them can be missing. You and I have nothing. You can’t get where you are today only by possessing all four things.”

The female cultivator sighed and stopped talking.

"Fellow Taoist Mingyangzi is right!" The middle-aged man nodded and said, "Besides, this trial is very lenient to these new disciples." He did not say where the laxity was.

"Now is an extraordinary period. We can only select the most outstanding disciples and pool resources to train them so that they can grow up at the fastest speed within two hundred years to cope with the upcoming war!" Ming Yangzi said firmly.

As soon as these words came out, the four of them fell silent. The monk surnamed Chu from Ziwei Sword Pavilion, who had been silent until now, suddenly said: "Will the 'little chance of survival' calculated by Old Man Tianji really appear among these disciples?"

"Old Man Tianji's prediction skills have reached the pinnacle. He calculated that the 'glimmer of hope' related to the survival of the entire Yunmengze Continent two hundred years from now will appear at this Immortal Ascension Conference. Then, nine out of ten times, it will be true. "But," the middle-aged man said with a worried expression, "It may not be among our group of disciples, and it may not be possible among other small sects."

The monk surnamed Chu sneered: "I don't believe in any chance of survival. I am only responsible for practicing the Nine-turn Taiyi Immortal Killing Formation. If this sword formation does not require the practice of sword formation skills from the beginning, why would it be so troublesome to recruit? So many new disciples!”

"Haha, since the Nine-turn Taiyi Immortal Killing Formation only needs disciples with metal spiritual roots, why don't Fellow Daoist Chu give up the child with the ice spiritual roots that day to my Shaoyang sect?" the middle-aged man said with a smile.

The monk surnamed Chu glanced at him and said lazily: "Lingyang Lord is really good at joking. That child's ice spirit root is exactly the same as my dry blue sword manual. Are you going to steal my disciple with just one word?"

Ming Yangzi smiled mysteriously and did not explain the misunderstanding that day. He raised his hand to interrupt the two of them: "The time is up. Let's get everyone out of the tower."

The four of them stopped chatting and walked towards the four corners respectively.

Liu Qinghuan was digging a spiritual grass on the mountain wall when a flower appeared in front of his eyes in the gray hall before entering the tower. At the same time, figures slowly emerged around him.

The person who came out first saw that he was carrying a big baggage on his back, and couldn't help but be shocked. In the blink of an eye, the big baggage disappeared.

This scene happened to be seen by Yang Mingzi on the high platform, and he couldn't help but laugh: This guy is really interesting.

"Quiet!" Lord Ling Yang of the Shaoyang Sect walked to the middle of the high platform, raised his hands and said with a smile: "Okay, here are all the people who have obtained the entry tokens. On behalf of the Shaoyang Sect, I would like to congratulate all the children on joining the four major sects. Now I ask the new disciples of our sect to follow me.”

After saying that, he stepped off the high platform and walked towards the door, followed by several foundation-building monks from the Shaoyang Sect and all the new initiates who chose to join the Shaoyang Sect.

Afterwards, Mingyangzi from the Wenshi Sect also walked down the platform with his hands behind his back. Liu Qinghuan waved to Yunzheng in the distance and quickly followed.

Walking out of the gray hall, the sun is shining outside and there are a sea of ​​people, but they are all isolated on the periphery, and the entire central venue is vacant. The monks who were watching the excitement looked at these young people who had joined the top sects in Yunmengze with envy, wondering who would become the next rising star and who would dominate the entire world of immortality in the future.

At this time, the Shaoyang Sect had released a huge flying boat. The silver-gray flying boat shone in the sunlight, with towering towers and a majestic appearance. The disciples of the Shaoyang Sect had already boarded the boat one after another. Lord Lingyang stood on the high corner and bowed his hands to Mingyangzi, and the flying boat slowly flew up. A layer of cyan aura rose from the side of the boat, covering the entire ship. inside. I saw the hull of the ship flashing for a few times and then disappearing in an instant.

"Wow, so fast! So powerful!"

"The Shaoyang Sect is indeed the number one sect!"

The monks who were watching all raised their heads and looked around, whispering to each other with interest.

"Look, the Wenshi sect's Hongmeng Seven-Colored Dapeng has come out! Ah..."

"What a big bird..."

"The legendary divine bird Dapeng..."

Looking at the new colorful bird, the monks opened their mouths in surprise. That bird is huge! It almost occupies nearly half of the open land in Nanshan, and is several times larger than the previous flying boat. Just standing there, he looked as majestic as a giant beast from the wild.

Liu Qinghuan was dumbfounded. This bird looked very familiar! It's just that it's a little bit bigger than when it was in the tower. Thinking about how he patted its head and called it "Brother Bird", Liu Qinghuan felt that his neck was red.

At this time, he only felt his body light, and he had been rolled up from the ground onto the back of the bird. At this time, the bird's back was so big that it was still more than enough for hundreds of people to stand on it. When Ming Yangzi said "get up", the big bird stood up and flapped its wings slightly. The monks who were watching immediately felt that they were unsteady on their feet. A large area staggered here and there. At the same time, a curtain of light fell from the sky, the howling wind disappeared immediately, and the monks all exclaimed in surprise.

Yang Mingzi took back his hand and patted the bird's back. The big bird no longer had any scruples, and its huge wings were fully extended, covering almost the entire open area like a blinding sun. With a kick of its legs, it rose into the air, and with a flap of its wings, it disappeared from where it was. On the horizon, another fan has disappeared.

The roc spreads its wings and travels thousands of miles in a day. After the initial excitement, the new disciples who joined the Wenshi sect gradually calmed down. Those who liked to make connections went around chatting with people; others who liked tranquility sat aside and meditated. Liu Qinghuan falls in the middle, neither particularly enthusiastic nor overly cold. Fellowships need to be maintained, but he doesn't want to waste too much of his energy on interacting with others. Mingyangzi and the foundation-building monks didn't care about these new disciples, they just closed their eyes and meditated.

The Dapeng flew toward the east for fifteen consecutive days, crossing several major states, and finally began to descend slowly on this day.

"Donghuazhou has arrived!" Someone shouted happily: "Look, there is the Wenshi Mountains over there!"

"Where it is, let me take a look." A bunch of people crowded over there, and then exclaimed: "Our Wenshi Sect actually has an entire mountain range!"

Liu Qinghuan also walked over and looked down through the light curtain of the protective shield, and saw a vast expanse of mountains.