The Tao is far away

There is no time in cultivation, time flies by like a white horse.

Seven short months passed in a flash, and with Qingluan's full help, Wang Chi gained a lot from practicing "The Great Method of Fantasy Sky True Wood". Not only did he practice it again, he also reached the peak of Qi Refining again.

However, Wang Chi did not try to build his foundation, for fear of wasting another precious foundation-building pill.

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The Valley Square is crowded with people and very lively at this moment.

The disciples of the Nine Peaks gathered here, wearing various colorful costumes, which were beautiful beyond words.

There are nine large arenas in the square.

In front of a magnificent hall, the head of Jiufeng sat on a chair, overlooking the many disciples below.

The white-haired head of the sect master, Li, cleared his throat and said loudly, "You have joined our Tianji Sect for more than a year. During this year, you have practiced diligently. Now it is time to test the results!"

At this time, a disciple beside the master walked up to him and whispered something.

The headmaster's eyes widened instantly, and he said tremblingly: "You said...the Holy Lord has arrived?"

Master Li was extremely shocked. The Holy Lord coming out of seclusion was a rare event hundreds of years ago.

Master Li used his magical power to transmit his voice and shouted loudly: "All disciples, welcome the Holy Lord to come!"

The disciples below the stage were in a commotion, kneeling one after another, and shouting in unison: "Welcome to the Holy Lord!"

"Holy Lord! He is the king of the world!!"

"I never thought I would have the honor of witnessing a Holy Lord in person. This is truly worth my life!"

Qingluan and other peak masters also stood up and bowed.

One of the peak masters said, "The Holy Lord has come out of seclusion again after three hundred years. I guess it's for the Fallen Demon Valley again."

"It's been three hundred years, and the Demon Valley is about to open again. Time flies!"

“This is a rare opportunity I’ve been waiting for.”

The whole valley was silent and peaceful.

Time crawled as slowly as a snail. As time went by, the disciples' legs were almost numb from kneeling.

At this time, strong winds blew, the earth and sky shook, spiritual energy danced, dark clouds began to gather in the sky, and a black vortex mixed with spiritual energy was like a ferocious beast, covering the entire Tianji Gate.

All the disciples felt an extremely powerful pressure, like a mountain pressing down on their heads, their hearts trembled, and their spirits were unstable.

Even Wang Chi, who practiced "Dark Moon", was suppressed by this pressure for a while.

The vortex was still converging, and at this time a golden light shot down from the center of the vortex. In the golden light, a figure was looming, like a god descending to earth.

At this time, different voices were heard from some sects throughout the Southern Region.

"Tianji, you old monsters are coming out one after another. Are you all impatient?"

"I am looking forward to this trip to the Fallen Demon Valley even more."

"You've crippled one of my arms in three hundred years, and now you want to kill me."

Inside the Tianji Sect, the disciples were still kneeling.

Wang Chi rubbed his sore thigh, feeling speechless. Are all these big shots so slow to appear?

"Get up!" An elegant and easy-going voice came from the golden light, like the sound of a Huangzhong Dalu, awakening the deaf.

The disciples all stood up and looked up at the yellow light, still with great respect in their hearts.

The vortex in the sky dissipated, and the blue sky reappeared, as if the scene just now had never appeared.

A man in a black robe and a half-mask appeared like a ghost above the square. Behind him, there were two people also wearing half-masks. Judging from their body shapes, they were a man and a woman.

"Is this the Holy Lord? He really has the bearing of a king!"

"Are those two people behind you the Holy Son and Holy Daughter?"

The Holy Lord smiled slightly and said in a loud voice: "Everyone, you are all the best of our Tianji Sect. Our sect has been established for more than 2,000 years. However, the ancients said: 'Prosperity comes from diligence, and failure comes from play', and also said: 'If you don't advance, you will retreat'. You must perform well on the stage later!"

Wang Chi was a little shocked. More than two thousand years was almost half of the history of his hometown. More than two thousand years ago, that was the Qin and Han Dynasty.

"As the Holy Lord, I promise you that anyone who enters the top thirty will receive a foundation-building pill; anyone who enters the top twenty will receive two; anyone who enters the top ten will receive three; and anyone who enters the top five will not only receive four foundation-building pills and challenge the Holy Son or Holy Daughter, but will also be able to come to my Sutra Pavilion to choose a technique!"

"Also, if a menial disciple defeats a large peak disciple, their identities will be swapped!"

The disciples below the stage were extremely shocked, and they were thinking in their hearts, the previous rules were that only those who entered the top 20 could get the Foundation Establishment Pill, and this time the Saint Lord changed the rules, so their hopes of getting the Foundation Establishment Pill were even greater!

Those powerful disciples looked at each other with hostility. I must get the skills treasured by the Holy Lord!

The suppressed fighting spirit of the menial disciples also came to light.

The disciples' blood boiled instantly!

Challenging the Saint Son or Saint Daughter? Most likely they are the candidates in the Qi Refining Stage, Wang Chi thought.

The half of the Holy Lord's face that was exposed slowly spoke: "Master, let's begin!"

Master Li quickly bowed and said yes.

The Holy Lord waved his hand and a chair appeared out of thin air. The Holy Lord sat on it casually, and the two people behind him flew to somewhere unknown.

Sect Leader Li took out a white box and slowly raised it to the center of the square. He shouted, "All disciples, inject your spiritual power into this object and draw lots to choose your opponents!"

Upon hearing this, the disciples poured their spiritual energy into it. For a moment, various colors of light filled the air like fireworks. After a while, signs appeared in the hands of every disciple on the field.

Wang Chi looked down at his own brand number, which was "7-10". Wang Chi knew that "7" represented the seventh ring.

"So lucky?" Wang Chi smiled, secretly guessing which cultivator he would face.

After the disciples finished drawing lots, the headmaster said loudly: "Now that the drawing is complete, you can go to your respective arenas. Number one will face the last number, number two will face the number before the last number, and the second round on the second day will be reshuffled, and so on, until the final battle. Everyone, do you understand?"

All the disciples were eager to try, and said in unison: "Understood!"

Wang Chi came to the seventh arena, and other disciples who were drawn to the seventh arena also came one after another, about a hundred people in total.

The disciples of the nine hosts shouted, "Number One versus Number One Hundred!"

At the same time, two people jumped onto the nine stages at the same time.

Huang Yan, the head of Huangsha Peak, smiled and said, "I wonder which peak will win the championship in this competition."

The other peak masters also echoed this.

"In my opinion, it's still Tianji Peak."

"Haha, who can say for sure about such things? Let's just wait and see!"

"This time is different from the past. Qingzhu Peak is also involved. I think Qingluan's new disciple has a solid foundation. Maybe Qingzhu Peak will win the championship this time!" said a beautiful woman with snow-white hair.

Qing Luan frowned slightly and chuckled, "Senior sister, you really flatter me too much. You know the talent of my disciple, but your Bai Xuefeng has never won the championship. I think the winner this time is most likely from your Bai Xuefeng."

The head of Baixue Peak smiled awkwardly. Her Baixue Peak had never won the championship since its establishment, while the other eight major peaks had all won the championship to a greater or lesser extent.

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