Chapter 403 Jinxian was born
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Just among the Blue Spirit Stars.
There is a powerful Taotian Sect, a cultivation civilization.
The headquarters of the Daotian Sect is on the Daotian Star. The sky above the Daotian Star is full of clouds and mist, and floating towers appear in it. From the ground, it looks like the jade palace of Qiong Tower and the Immortal Palace in the sky, and it is a beautiful scene of immortals.
And surrounded by countless jade buildings, there is a floating fairy mountain.
This floating fairy mountain is not large in area, with only one peak and a diameter of only a few miles. It is more appropriate to say that it is a floating fairy island than a floating fairy mountain.
There is no jade hall on the Floating Immortal Island, but the ban is strictly restricted all year round. It is the first forbidden area in the entire Daotian Sect and the place where the Supreme Elder in the Sect is in seclusion. In the Daotian Sect, even the elders at the level of elders must have the command of the leader to step on this Floating Immortal Island.
Not far from this floating fairy island, there is an extremely tall and majestic immortal palace. The whole body of the immortal palace is carved from white spiritual jade, with gorgeous patterns and full of fairy spirit. Even among the countless jade buildings and jade palaces, it is still the most conspicuous one.
This immortal palace is the Daotian Pavilion where the leader is located, and it is also the center of power for the entire Daotian Sect.
At this moment, on the white jade bridge at the entrance of Daotian Pavilion, several disciples in the God-Cultivation Stage who were carrying whisks and brooms were leisurely doing daily cleaning work.
The whisk decorated with silver threads blew past the bridge railings carved into a lotus shape, and the already sparse dust fell down. Before the dust could fall, a broom passed by, gently swept the dust into a ball and swept it into a long-prepared Qiankun bag.
Next to it, there were disciples who were using magic tricks to maintain the railings.
In just a moment, the entire White Jade Bridge was cleaned up. At first glance, it was easy to see people without any flaws.
For disciples in the God Transformation Stage, these jobs are not difficult, they are just time-consuming.
While working, the few people were chatting about gossip with interest, which elder had a conflict with which elder, and which senior brother failed to court, and he had been drunk for several years after drinking and was drunk.
As he was talking, a disciple looked up and saw the floating fairy island not far away, with a look of fascination in his eyes: "The ancestor has been in seclusion for eight hundred years, and I don't know when he will be able to get out of seclusion?"
"Old Ancestor?" the disciple next to him asked curiously, "Who are you talking about the ancestor?"
The disciple glanced at him strangely, then suddenly reacted and slapped his head: "I almost forgot that you have only ascended from the plane below in recent years. I have never seen the ancestor. The ancestor is called "Qingtian Venerable". Because he is the longest-class immortal cultivator in the Daotian Sect, we all call him ancestor..."
As soon as he talked about this ancestor, the disciples became interested and immediately talked endlessly about the great achievements of the ancestor Qingtian.
Unfortunately, since eight hundred years ago, the ancestor sensed the opportunity to go into seclusion and practice, this floating fairy island has been completely sealed up and no one has ever been there. Eight hundred years have passed, and no one knows what is going on inside.
There have been rumors in the sect that the ancestor had already died long ago, but was pressed down by the head and did not announce it to the public.
The rumors say that even those who are both stingy and eye-catching will almost believe it.
A disciple couldn't help but sigh: "Hey~ How majestic was the ancestor before he was in seclusion? Who dared to spread his rumor in private? Eight hundred years have passed, and I see that those people have forgotten the ancestor's methods."
"Yes~" Another cultivator was also full of emotion, "The ancestor was the pillar of the sky that was raised by our Daotian Sect back then. Once he went into seclusion, not only did the clowns in the sect dare to jump out and cause trouble, but even the status of our Daotian Sect in the interstellar world was greatly affected. Alas, it would be great if the ancestor could get out of seclusion soon..."
As he said that, he couldn't help but sigh.
The other disciples also had a little depressed expression.
The disciple who had just ascended not long ago did not feel as much emotion as they did, but he became more and more curious about the ancestor he had never met.
How beautiful should that ancestor be able to be so respected by these disciples?
Just as a few people were talking.
Suddenly.
"Boom~!"
With a trembling sound, an unparalleled power suddenly soared into the sky from the direction of the floating fairy island.
In an instant, wind and clouds gathered in the sky, and muffled sounds came from the clouds, as if thunder was rolling, making people tremble.
"What's going on?!"
Several disciples were startled, and one of them shook his hands, and even the whisk in his hand fell to the ground.
However, they were not in the mood to care about the whisk at this time, but turned their heads together and looked inexplicably at the direction of the floating fairy island with shock.
"This is……"
"Is it...Is the ancestor finally coming out of seclusion?!"
Several disciples couldn't help but exclaim.
However, before they could come up with a reason, a low and thick voice came from behind them.
"good."
Several disciples were surprised and turned their heads to look at it. They saw a middle-aged man wearing a black robe, a purple gold crown, and a serious face standing behind them at some point, tilting his head to look at the floating fairy island not far away.
He just stood there simply, his aura was not angry, and his power was unrest, which made people feel heartbroken.
Several disciples were startled and quickly bowed their heads and bowed.
"metropolitan."
"metropolitan."
"metropolitan."
It turns out that this middle-aged man is one of the 12-level strong men in the sect, the leader of the Daotian Sect, "The Venerable of Daotian".
When he heard several disciples saluting him, Master Daotian did not respond much.
His eyes were still focused on the not-soaring floating mountain. His eyes were quiet, but there was joy in his eyes.
"Ring the Golden Bell, the entire clan is martial law. From now on, it is strictly forbidden for anyone to approach the forbidden area of the floating island."
Suddenly, the voice of Master Daotian came.
Several disciples were stunned and quickly responded to the order.
Soon, the low bell ringing echoed between heaven and earth, spreading throughout the Daotian Sect.
The golden bell of the Daotian Sect is a special immortal weapon. Once the golden bell rings, any immortal cultivator of the Daotian Sect can hear the bell.
Generally speaking, the golden bell will only ring when an emergency occurs within the sect and needs to be notified immediately.
At this moment, when the golden bell rang, all the disciples of Daotian Sect were immediately alarmed.
At this time, Master Daotian had already flew to the place close to the floating fairy island, standing in the sky with his hands behind his back and waiting quietly.
Soon, a figure came from the sky on the right.
The figure was wearing a moon-white robe, with a handsome and elegant face. Even the posture of riding on the clouds was a bit free and elegant, and the style was completely different from the seriousness and coldness of the Master Daotian.
However, the power he emits throughout his body is exactly as powerful as that of the Master Daotian, and even the aura he emits inadvertently makes people feel disappointed.
"Senior Brother."
Before he got close, he smiled and raised his hand to salute Master Daotian, and greeted him.
When Master Daotian saw him, he also smiled a little on his face, and raised his hand and bowed: "Junior Brother Liufeng."
It turned out that the one who came here was another 12-level strongman in the Daotian Sect, Elder Liufeng, besides Daotian Venerable.
"I have been in seclusion for eight hundred years, and my uncle finally succeeded~"
He has been the head of the Sutra Library for many years. Venerable Liufeng has accumulated great power in the Daotian Sect and has long been disgusted with joy and anger. However, at this moment, his clear and handsome face was full of joy and emotion, and his eyes were filled with emotion.
"Well. When the master comes out of seclusion, our Daotian Sect will have a golden immortal."
The Master Daotian nodded slightly, and his serious and cold face rarely showed some ease and pleasure, and even his tone could not be suppressed.
According to the realm of immortal cultivators, level 10 is called "Immortal", level 11 is called "True Immortal", level 12 is called "Celestial Immortal", and level 13 is called "Golden Immortal".
The person who was in seclusion was his and Liufeng’s master, and his Taoist name was "Qingtian". When he was in seclusion, he was already at the peak of the immortal.
The master of Daotian and Liufeng fell early, and relying on the protection of this Venerable Qingtian to practice safely to the current realm. Even when he founded the Daotian Sect, this person made a lot of effort. It can be said that although Venerable Qingtian was nominally their master, he was no different from his master.
Over the years, they were worried that their master had gone into seclusion. Now that their master has come out of seclusion, they can finally feel at ease.
As he spoke, the power of soaring into the sky on the floating fairy island became more and more powerful, as if it had already covered the sky and the sun.
All the practitioners of the Daotian Sect who were alarmed by the Golden Bell ran out to watch, and even the Immortal Palace, which was half a planet, had already begun to rush here.
If it weren't for the fact that Master Daotian had expected that he had ordered full martial law early in the morning, I'm afraid that the floating island would have been surrounded by people.
However, even with the order from the Lord Daotian, the immortal cultivators of the Daotian Sect who felt the movement had no intention of leaving. They just did not squeeze under the floating island and were still watching the situation here from a distance.
Before we knew it, more and more immortal cultivators were surrounding us. The surrounding immortal palace was already crowded with people, and even the sky was filled with cultivators. Everyone's eyes were staring at the floating fairy island, with nervousness in their eyes, but more were expectation.
Suddenly.
“Hahahaha~”
A burst of joyful laughter came from the direction of the floating fairy island.
Amid the laughter, a figure suddenly shot out of the floating island, and in the blink of an eye, it rushed out of the ban and appeared in front of everyone.
The figure was wearing a long blue gown, looking a little thin, but his figure was extremely tall, like a strong green pine on a cliff, or a mountain standing up the sky, showing its sharpness. Especially the surging power around the body was even more powerful and terrifying, making people tremble.
That is the terrifying pressure belonging to the 13th-level Golden Immortal Powerful Man.
The cultivators watching around couldn't help but lower their heads and did not dare to look directly at the figure.
Among all, only Venerable Daotian and Venerable Liufeng were not intimidated.
As he finished speaking, a solemn aura suddenly spread.
In an instant, the air around the entire floating island seemed to solidify.
Everyone around him was shocked and couldn't help but lower his head. Even the two 12 immortals, the Venerable Daotian and Venerable Liufeng, couldn't help but feel a little cold in their hearts.
It seems that this time, the Magic Dao and the Blue Spirit Federation will inevitably be doomed.
Chapter completed!