I am a living immortal.

If this wasn't their own formation, this scene would still be incredibly beautiful. However, by this point, the Xuantian League's Taoists had long since lost interest in admiring it. One after another, figures soared into the sky and began clearing the fallen debris, while several others directly confronted the culprit.

Looking at the formation that had broken into a huge hole and the unharmed figure, these people still did not realize what kind of monster they had encountered.

Chen Dong was also confused.

What had he just bumped into? It seemed like he'd bumped into a mirror. The mountain protection formation enveloped Heming Mountain, and Chen Dong, following his instincts, dove headfirst into it, stumbling upon the hidden Xuantian Alliance.

Looking at the Taoist ancestral temple and a group of angry Taoists, Chen Dong probably knew what he had just run into. As expected, Taoism's heritage was even more profound than Buddhism. That should be the legendary mountain protection formation. Although it was a little fragile, that was because Chen Dong himself was special. The sun was constantly changing Chen Dong's body.

At this moment, even he himself did not know how powerful and incredible he was. This was just some of the information that leaked out after being blocked.

"Who is coming!"

Although these Taoists did not know the National Master at this moment, they were not stupid. How could someone who could directly open a hole in the mountain protection formation be a good person?

"Me?" Chen Dong pointed at himself.

"It seems that you are still a little out of touch with the news. I, the Imperial Master of the Han Dynasty, am visiting you this time. Are you all ready to surrender?" Chen Dong said indifferently as he looked at the Taoists whose faces were becoming increasingly ugly.

"You..." The Taoists were shocked and frightened, with a lot of anger in their hearts.

"Our Xuantian Alliance has existed for thousands of years. How can we surrender it just like that? How can we face the ancestors and the Taoist gods? Today, whether you represent the Imperial Master's Office or the Han Dynasty, we cannot and will not serve as lackeys for the court."

"We are doing the court a favor. If you leave immediately, we will pretend this never happened. If you still refuse to change your ways, don't blame us for being rude."

A middle-aged Taoist priest with a full beard and a square face spoke righteously. Judging by his facial features, he should be a man of integrity. However, this upright face had a pair of shifty eyes, which looked extremely strange and insincere, as if his appearance was inconsistent with his inner self.

Chen Dong felt that he had inexplicably learned how to read faces.

"You, bearded man, are really interesting to talk to. Are you being rude to me? I'm right here. Let me see how you can be rude to me. Since I'm here, I won't return empty-handed. I'm going to return what you said before."

"The Holy Emperor has commanded us to obey. Those who obey will prosper, and those who disobey will perish."

"Now, considering that the Xuantian Alliance has diligently slayed demons and monsters over the years, I will offer you a way out, a way that leads directly to the great road. Otherwise, if you still remain stubborn, don't blame me for being rude."

"I'm putting this out there. Think carefully before you act. Once you start, it's no longer up to you to decide whether to stop."

Seeing that Big Beard was about to speak excitedly, Chen Dong stopped him: "Big Beard, can you represent the entire Xuantian League?" This question made Big Beard's face blush.

"You should go and discuss this with your alliance leader. What's his name? Zhang Yan. Go ahead."

Chen Dong waved his hand. While this gesture wasn't meant to humiliate the man, the bearded man saw this casual and arrogant gesture as a sign of disdain. He was a Zhang, a direct descendant of the Zhang family. Could it be that he couldn't even make such a decision? Did this man even take him seriously?

The gloomy bearded man was about to explode.

However, at this moment, a voice rang out from the Xuantian League: "Zhang Teng, don't act rashly. Please invite this Imperial Master in!" Zhang Yan's voice rang out from the main hall. He had finally relented. Under the gaze of the ancestor and the Taoist gods, the Xuantian League was ready for change. Even without the incident at the Han court, the Xuantian League had reached a critical point. The rift between the Zhang disciples and those from other clans was widening.

Within the Xuantian League, those who are capable are not valued, while some incompetent people overcome all their efforts and stand above those capable people just because of a surname.

This system might not have been so at first, but as time went on, it began to show its flaws. He had finally figured it out: since he had to start over, he might as well change it from the ground up. As for the issue of inheritance, the Xuantian League was gone, not Taoism. The scriptures, the faith, the orthodoxy remained. Where was the Xuantian League, and where was Taoism? Besides, the most important thing in Taoism was the people, not the orthodoxy. The key point also lay in the people. So, the less conflict, the better. Besides, he was unsure about how to deal with this Imperial Master. Besides, he had emerged from among demons and monsters, and that was obvious. This Imperial Master was no ordinary person.

After figuring it out, Zhang Yan no longer felt the same way he had before. The world is just like this, splitting and reuniting, rising and falling, all in a cycle like the celestial phenomena. Perhaps the disappearance of the Xuantian League was a historical necessity. So, let it fade away.

Destruction followed by reconstruction might not be such a bad thing for the Xuantian League. And the moment the Imperial Master appeared, his physiognomy skills revealed something extraordinary in this man's face. This once-in-a-lifetime genius was a prodigy whose name would be remembered for eternity. Following such a figure might help propel Taoism to unprecedented heights.

This is a strong intuition, or it may be a hint from the ancestors and gods.

So Zhang Yan changed his attitude and invited Chen Dong.

Just as mentioned before, the leaders of these major forces may not be the most powerful, nor may they be the most proficient in the classics and doctrines, but they must be clear-headed.

If it weren't for a lucid individual, this organization wouldn't have developed to this point and would have long since vanished into the torrent of history. It seemed that the Xuantian Alliance had good luck. From generation to generation, there would always be one or two lucid individuals among the direct descendants to lead the Xuantian Alliance into the future.

Or maybe it's not necessarily a coincidence, it may be the inevitability of fate.

Chen Dong set his eyes on the fortune of Xuantian League. He had to say that the person who created Xuantian League was truly amazing.

Chen Dong shrugged and looked at the bearded man in front of him with a gloomy face, meaning that your leader has said so, so get out of the way. However, the bearded man did not move at all.