In a month, a complete ruin rose underground, the upper layer collapsed and the earth broke, the river broke, and a large amount of rocks and dust flew out. As time passed, the dust gradually fell. Although the dark clouds rolled, it still could not block the red light that appeared on the ruins.

The treasure light cave Zhuxiaohan quickly alarmed the major cultivation sects.

The treasure light means the birth of the treasure, the opportunity and luck, and the reappearance of ancient civilizations. No sect of cultivation will ignore it. All major sects have sent their most powerful masters to investigate.

About three hundred miles away from this place, there is a small town called Luoxing City. This is a small border town, and the southwest direction is the ruins.

Luoxing City is still very famous in this area. The mountain villagers in the villages all go to Luoxing City to market. This small city has no walls and is built along the Luoxing River. It is backed by the mountains and facing the river. The houses are built in a stepped shape.

This city is to be precisely the Tusi City, and the Tusi Mansion is on the edge of the city. Master Duma is the great Tusi of this generation.

Master Duma is nearly eighty years old, but he has the body and energy of a middle-aged man. He is not a cultivator, but has a son who has brought him magical elixirs to keep him healthy. It was only in the past ten years that he felt a little powerless.

My son Duduer has not been back for ten years. I received a letter yesterday. Master Duma was so excited that he had not been asleep for almost all night. His son Duduer will go home today!

During the day, Master Duma burned incense and bathed, and started cleaning with his butlers and guards. Master Duma wanted to welcome the distinguished guests with the most solemn etiquette. His son mentioned in the letter that he wanted to accompany a big figure in the sect to Luoxing City.

In the evening, Master Duma and a large group of people were waiting for Yingxiantai. Since his son practiced the truth, he built this Yingxiantai, which was specially used to welcome and bid farewell to the great masters of cultivation, because he knew that these powerful masters usually flew around.

Master Duma had a straight waist, but his face was as middle-aged as an eighty-year-old, but his hair and beard turned white. He led a large group of people, the housekeeper and the guards of the chieftain's mansion, and everyone except Master Duma, knelt on the ground.

There was an incense table and a candle on Yingxiantai. Master Duma was holding three incense sticks in his hand and stood respectfully not far from the incense table.

A strong wind blew up, and a hint of excitement flashed in Master Duma's eyes. His son was coming back!

The sky was shining with a dim red light in the distance. The red light had appeared for more than two months. People in Luoxing City all said it was a bad omen, but Master Duma thought it was a great auspicious omen, because his son had been away from home for ten years and was finally back.

The strong wind suddenly stopped, just like it suddenly started, and there were five more people on the Yingxiantai.

Master Duma bent down and raised the incense, shouting loudly: "Welcome to Master Shangxian!"

The kneeling people also said in unison: "Welcome to Master Shangxian!" The voice was loud, but it was just a little trembling.

"Is this your father?"

A slightly magnetic sound rang.

"Master, this is my father, the great chieftain of Luoxing City. This area is managed by my father."

"Dad, let them go, the ancestor is not happy with many people."

Only then did Master Duma straighten his back, and at the same time inserted the incense into the incense burner, waved his hand to his hands and said, "You guys go down!"

Only then did he see his son, Duduer, who was wearing exactly the same clothes as the other three, was all in green robes and black belts. Among the four, his son was the youngest. The other three had middle-aged faces and old faces. Only the person standing in the middle shocked him secretly.

The man was younger than his son, even slightly thinner, with extremely white and tender skin, a pair of star-eyed eyebrows, black hair, and a black robe. He was refreshing and had a warm smile on his face, but when the man looked at him, Master Duma actually felt like he was being stabbed by a needle.

The most important thing is that his son Duduer actually called this man the ancestor, which is a bit scary.

Master Duma knew that this man had a very high status and was more respectful. His face was full of smiles, which was a flattering smile. He said, "Master Shangxian, please sit in the room!"

There is a forbidden area in the Tusi Mansion, where a small building was built with carved beams and painted buildings, which are extremely exquisite. The wood is also made of golden nanmu and sandalwood, which is specially used to entertain sons and fellow disciples.

Master Duma does not know the ancestor of his son's sect, but this person is very famous in the cultivation world, named Ye Shijin. There is a nickname in the cultivation world called Master Jin. He is a genius master. He ranks first in the sect where Duduer is located.

Ye Shijin walked in front, and four disciples of the sect followed closely, and Master Duma was diligently leading the way.

Soon he came to the backyard of the Tusi Mansion, walked through several portals, and came to the moon gate. Master Duma said, "Please, please come in!"

Ye Shijin nodded slightly. He could see that the place was cleaned up, and even the flowers and trees on the edge were trimmed neatly. You could tell at a glance that they had put in time.

When he arrived in front of the small building, four beautiful maids knelt on both sides. Ye Shijin said lightly: "No one is needed here, let them go."

Duduer waved his hand quickly and said, "You guys go down and wait outside the yard."

Ye Shijin walked into the door.

There is a small living room in the small building, with tables and chairs, and a few silver plates on the table are filled with fruits produced locally.

Master Duma said, "This place is too simple, please don't mind if you ask Master Shangxian."

Ye Shijin didn't care at all. He said, "Don't be busy anymore. Come and sit down. I have something to ask." He pulled open the chair in the middle and sat down like a big golden knife.

Master Duma didn't dare to sit down. He stood beside him and said, "Please tell me, Master Shangxian."

Ye Shijin said: "How many days have the red light in the sky... been there?"

Master Duma was stunned, thought for a while, and said in certainty: "Maybe there are forty or fifty days, maybe more than sixty days, this... I can't remember it."

Ye Shijin knew that it was impossible for mortals to remember everything clearly like cultivators. As long as cultivators pay attention, they will hardly forget anything.

He said, "So, have other cultivators come here recently?"

Master Duma said, "This... I really don't know. They... won't come to my chieftain's mansion." He looked at Ye Shijin with a little nervousness, feeling very ashamed. There was no perfect answer to both questions.

However, looking at Ye Shijin's expression, there was no surprise. His face did not change much. His handsome face made Master Duma feel jealous. This is the person favored by God.

Ye Shijin sighed in his heart. From the beginning, he knew that he would not get much information, but Du Duer tried hard to make him believe that there must be some clues here.

Before coming, Ye Shijin specially checked the classics in the sect. Kunwu Mountains were very famous in ancient times. It is said that there were gods living in it. However, the content recorded in the classics is not complete, and it is only mentioned slightly and has no detailed description.

However, the name of an ancient sect is mentioned in the classics.
Chapter completed!