God Destroying Pearl

Song Yun bowed to the visitor and said.

"Have seen you, Master!"

Sikong Luo nodded to Song Yun, and then said to Song Yun: "Yun'er, are you planning to go down the mountain?"

Song Yun replied: "Yes, Master, there was a strong spiritual power fluctuation in the sect just now, and I was about to go down the mountain to find out the news."

Sikong Luo said slowly: "No need, your leader and I all know what's going on. We elders will handle the affairs of the sect. As a disciple of the sect, your most important task at the moment is to practice and improve your strength."

Song Yun nodded and said, "Yes, Master."

He paused, then asked, "By the way, Master, have you refined the elixir that the ancestor needs?"

Sikong Luo waved his hand to set up a ban, isolating the surrounding space to ensure that their conversation could not be heard by outsiders.

His voice was low and mysterious: "It has been successfully refined. Don't talk too much about it for now, to prevent others from hearing it. There may be some changes in the sect recently. As a disciple of the sect, you should concentrate on your cultivation and not be affected by the disturbances of the outside world."

There was a hint of doubt in Song Yun's eyes, but more of it was trust in his master.

He nodded again, his tone firm: "I understand, Master. I will concentrate on my training and live up to the sect's expectations."

Then Sikong Luo left.

After Song Yun returned to the room again, he continued to practice.

The night was as dark as ink, with stars dotting the deep sky. The sect was serene, with only the occasional cries of night birds adding a touch of tranquility.

Song Yun sat cross-legged in his simple but tidy room, with his eyes closed and concentrating. Faint fluctuations of spiritual energy surrounded his body, and it was obvious that he was in deep cultivation.

His breathing was long and steady, blending with the natural atmosphere around him, as if the whole world had stopped.

However, this tranquility did not last long.

As the first rays of morning light quietly penetrated the sky, two clear and melodious bells suddenly rang out in the sect.

The bell sounded particularly loud as it echoed in the morning air, instantly breaking the silence of the night.

Song Yun suddenly opened his eyes, and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.

As a disciple of the sect, he knew very well the meaning of the two bell sounds - the disciples were gathering, and there were visitors from outside the sect.

Without any hesitation, Song Yun quickly stood up, and with a flash of his body, he disappeared in the room like a ghost.

This was not ordinary walking, but a manifestation of his successful practice and mastery of the art of space teleportation.

In the eyes of others, it seemed as if he had just blinked and appeared at the other end of the room.

Immediately afterwards, Song Yun moved again. This time, he shuttled directly between the various buildings in the sect. His speed was so fast that it was hard to keep up.

Along the way, he saw that the disciples in the sect were also awakened by the bell, and they walked out of their respective residences, some running and some flying swords, and gathered in the direction of the sect square.

Song Yun couldn't help but feel a little curious. Which sect's disciples were visiting? And why did they choose this time?

But he knew that now was not the time to think about these issues. As a member of the sect, he had to get to the square as soon as possible and welcome the visitors from outside the sect with other disciples.

So he increased his speed, leaving a trail of afterimages in the morning light, and finally landed steadily on the edge of the sect square.

At this time, many disciples had gathered in the square. Some were standing, some were whispering, and some had serious expressions. They were obviously waiting for the important moment to come.

Song Yun also found a relatively quiet place to stand, his eyes scanning every person in the square, thinking secretly in his heart.

He knew that every visit from outside the sect could be an important opportunity for the sect to communicate with the outside world, or it could be a test for the sect to face challenges.

Soon after, the atmosphere in the sect square became more solemn.

The disciples' eyes were all focused on the entrance of the square, where they saw Qingyun Sect's leader, Wang Yiming, wearing a green robe with the sect's totem embroidered on it. He looked majestic and mysterious.

Beside him, Zhou Song, the leader of the Liehuo Sect, was equally imposing, wearing a fiery red battle robe with a lifelike flame pattern on it, as if it could burn at any time.

The two masters walked side by side. Their steps were steady and powerful, and every step they took seemed to cause a slight vibration in the square.

Behind Zhou Song followed a group of disciples from the Liehuo Sect. They were all in high spirits, and the spiritual energy fluctuations emanating from their bodies complemented the fire attribute of the Liehuo Sect, making them not to be underestimated.

Song Yun's gaze moved through the crowd and finally fell on a young disciple from the Liehuo Sect's team—Zhao Li.

This disciple of the Liehuo Sect, who had left a deep impression in the Tianyuan Secret Realm, has now reached the initial stage of foundation building. A faint aura of flame surrounds his body, and it is obvious that he has made new breakthroughs in the practice of fire-based techniques.

There was a hint of surprise in Song Yun's eyes.

However, when Song Yun shifted his gaze away from Zhao Li and turned to observe the expressions of other disciples of the Liehuo Sect, he keenly caught a hint of something unusual.

When those disciples of Liehuo Sect looked at the disciples of Qingyun Sect, a hint of hostility inevitably flashed in their eyes.

Song Yun thought to himself, "There was an unusual movement in the sect last night, and the Fiery Flame Sect came this morning. It seems that they are here with ill intentions!"

When the two sect leaders walked to the center of the square, Sect Leader Wang Yiming spoke first. His voice was like a loud bell, resounding throughout the square: "Dear disciples, the Taoist friends from the Fiery Flame Sect came here today to have a friendly exchange with our disciples."

“Therefore, I hope that our disciples can cherish this opportunity and participate in the exchange with a positive attitude.” The words of Sect Master Wang Yiming were full of encouragement. “Regardless of the outcome, we must remain humble and respectful, learn from our opponents’ strengths, and make up for our own shortcomings.”

Afterwards, Qingyun Sect's leader Wang Yiming turned to Liehuo Sect's leader Zhou Song with a smile on his face. His voice revealed calmness and confidence: "I wonder how Sect Leader Liehuo would like to compete and communicate?" His attitude was calm, but every word he said seemed to carry weight, showing his demeanor as the leader of a sect.

The head of the Fiery Flame Sect, Zhou Song, was a burly man with a powerful aura. His eyes were piercing as he responded, "Let's have three matches. Our cultivation bases should be equal, one for the late Qi Refining stage, one for the early Foundation Building stage, and one for the late Foundation Building stage. How about that?"

Sect Leader Wang Yiming nodded slightly and said, "Just follow what Sect Leader Liehuo said."

At this moment, a gentle and familiar voice sounded softly beside Song Yun's ears, with a hint of majesty and kindness. "Yun'er, come to your teacher."