In a dense forest in the Southern Territory, there lived a group of ancient tribal villagers, scattered across the land of the Southern Territory like stars falling into the Milky Way.
Each tribe worshiped shamans, large and small, to guard against the surrounding monsters.
Here, most of them rely on the largest sect in the Southern Region, the Beast Control Sect.
A hundred miles away from a tribe, there is a hidden valley.
Dense vegetation covers the stone walls outside the valley, and white mist floats in the valley all year round.
If humans or animals accidentally step in, they will stay in place until the mist dissipates slightly in a few days before they can get out.
The shamans from the tribe found nothing unusual after coming to investigate, so they could only tell the villagers not to step into it.
Over time, this valley was forgotten.
Until more than ten years later, a blue light shot straight into the sky and dispersed the clouds in the sky.
The spiritual energy within a hundred miles radius was attracted by the spiritual light and surged up one after another.
It wasn't until half a quarter of an hour later that the spiritual light slowly subsided, turning into a spiritual rain that filled the sky and nourished the life of the place.
In the nearby area, spiritual flowers and spiritual grass suddenly broke through the ground and grew stronger, and the birds and animals in the forest gradually became more intelligent.
A beautiful fairy sound came from the distance, and the sky flowers bloomed in the sky.
These strange phenomena instantly alarmed the nearby people, as well as the Beast Control Sect that suppressed the Southern Territory.
Within half a quarter of an hour, there were more than a hundred people here, and the first ones were two men in dark green robes.
In the valley, stood an indifferent young man with a long and graceful body.
It was Luo Changli.
Breaking through the Nascent Soul finally allowed him to grow to the height of a normal person.
His open face was like a cold and restrained ice lake, and the clear light was filled with unconcealable thrills.
His eyes were like deep pools, passing through layers of void, seeming to see through some unknown things.
He calculated invisibly in his heart and finally sighed, and the immature Nascent Soul in his dantian also sighed together.
His expression and movements were exactly the same, just like a miniature version of Luo Changli.
Taking a step out of the valley, the traces left behind were wiped away by an invisible hand.
His figure disappeared into the vast mountains, paying no attention to the Beast Control Sect disciples waiting outside the valley.
As the thick fog gradually disappeared, the simple valley was empty.
The two golden elixir monks from the Beast Control Sect who arrived in time looked at each other helplessly.
It seemed that the senior did not want to see them.
But I still have some doubts.
When will there be monks in the Southern Territory who can advance to Nascent Soul?
Is it a casual cultivator who traveled here?
Except for the monks in the Shen Transformation Stage who are hiding in the world, the Nascent Soul Stage is already the pinnacle of this world.
The Beast Control Sect cannot force a Nascent Soul cultivator and can only report back to the sect and let it go.
After leaving the Southern Territory, Luo Changli walked slowly and leisurely, not seeming to be worried about Nascent Soul's flash of inspiration.
He has been in seclusion for more than ten years.
To a cultivator, the time is short, but to a mortal, it is just another cycle.
While walking, I consolidated my realm.
When passing by a city of cultivators, I entered a teahouse and sat down.
I heard a man wearing a white Confucian shirt chatting with a romantic young woman in red.
The man held a folding fan in his hand and said proudly to the woman, "Fellow Daoist Chi, do you know the Yuan-Qing sect's grand ceremony in June?"
"Of course, the Yuanqing sect opened its gates and hosted a banquet for fellow Taoists.
This news has been circulating for three months.
Why, could it be that fellow Taoist Nan got the message from the Yuanqing sect?"
The young woman gently closed her sleeves, and glanced at the southern Taoist fellow with Chunbo's charming eyes, which made him feel moved in his heart.
"Hahaha, fellow Daoist Chi, please don't be joking.
How can we, low-level monks, be able to get an invitation from the Yuanqing Sect?
Free novels bring you joy and joy ---> storyskyline.net
It's just that my brother became a disciple of the Yunguan Sect ten years ago.
This year After entering the inner sect, being supported by Master Hanling, and being able to attend the banquet, it is a rare opportunity."
The people around them gradually muted their voices when they heard the topic they were discussing, and listened to them attentively.
Luo Changli sat in the corner and listened to their conversation, which was a little funny.
He hadn't contacted the sect for many years, but he didn't know that a grand ceremony was going to be held in the sect.
The outer disciple didn't know whether it was intentional or not, but he hadn't received news from the sect for a long time.
Ruyu's hands slowly picked up a cup of spiritual tea, but never drank it.
Although his changed appearance was no longer as thrilling, his temperament still made him as eye-catching as a firefly in the dark night.
The casual cultivator next to him looked over with vague eyes, and exchanged a look with each other, understanding each other tacitly.
"Since some members of the Southern Daoist clan can participate in the banquet, they must know the purpose of the Yuan-Qing sect's grand banquet.
I wonder if the Southern Daoist disciples can let us know."
The woman in red chuckled in a charming tone.
After Daoist Chi hesitated for a moment, he finally said it, "This matter is not a secret.
It's just that the thousand-year-old birthday of the Supreme Elder of the Yuanqing Sect has come, and he plans to accept a disciple on his birthday.
So we specially organized this banquet.”
"Oh, Supreme Elder, that's not true."
The woman in red looked very surprised and her voice was a little distorted.
But he stopped the sound in time.
Although the people next to him listened attentively, they still restrained their curiosity.
The woman in red asked covertly, "I don't know what kind of genius it is to be able to be accepted by our ancestors.
The qualifications must be excellent.
The man next to him also chimed in casually, "This is natural, natural."
"Then he stood up and left, and the tea guests around him dispersed.
Luo Changli also followed the crowd out of the tea house and walked out of the city.
As the flow of people became smaller and smaller, the three casual cultivators following behind them turned into ashes silently, and they did not know what happened before they died.
Three months later, at Tianshui Pavilion, a monk wearing a blue robe with green lotus embroidered on the hem walked towards an inn in the city.
The monk sitting downstairs looked at the monk in surprise, "Isn't this a disciple of the Yuanqing Sect?
How could he come to such a place?"
"How do I know?
There are always some differences between sects like theirs.
Don't meddle in other people's business, lest you get into trouble."
As they talked, everyone in the inn went back to their rooms after watching the disciples of the Yuanqing Sect enter the separate courtyard, and the lobby became empty for a while.
Some big cultivators will leave fixed residences in big cities and rarely return to inns.
After informing the owner of the inn, the disciple went directly to Luo Changli's courtyard and said, "Disciple Mo Xiao, please see Master Luo."
This disciple already has foundation building skills, so he can be called uncle.
Luo Changli was in retreat in the courtyard.
When he heard the call, he opened the barrier outside the courtyard and let him in.
Only then did Mo Xiao clearly see the missing uncle.
His face was like the shadow of skylight and clouds, clear and ethereal, adding a sense of indifference.
In the world of cultivation where there are many handsome men and beauties, he was considered rare.
He was just like Master Qingji.
The ten thousand year ice sculpture-like appearance is somewhat similar, but completely different.
This uncle has been traveling for a hundred years, and his cultivation has increased a lot.
I heard that he left the sect and was still in Jindan, but based on his talent, Xiang must be at least in the late stage of Jindan.
He rarely contacted the sect.
Free novels bring you joy and joy ---> storyskyline.net
If it weren't for this thousand-year birthday banquet, the sect leader made great efforts to find this junior brother, he still didn't know that there was an uncle in the sect.
He heard the sect leader mentioned that this junior uncle was The chief disciple of the Supreme Elder, I wonder if he will conflict with Lian Yun: