Fantasy: I, the Great Celestial Venerable of the Dao

"I will not shirk my mistakes."

The pine tree suddenly straightened its back, and its eyes regained their former determination.

Now that I know the truth, I have to face it.

Jingyu is an exceptionally talented child, so I'm entrusting him to my senior brother.

After saying that, he turned to Lin Jingyu, who was standing to the side dumbfounded, and said in a deep voice:

"Jingyu, from now on you must follow Master Wan in your cultivation."

Remember, the Dragon Slayer Sword chose you because it valued the righteousness in your heart.

No matter what happens, never betray this sword.

Lin Jingyu opened his mouth, as if to say something, but Cangsong waved his hand to stop him.

"No need for further words, this is my final instruction."

Cangsong gave Wan Jianyi a deep look, his eyes filled with too many indescribable emotions.

He then turned around and unleashed his magic weapon, which transformed into a streak of azure light that shot straight into the sky.

They sped off towards the Jade Purity Hall.

That resolute figure, with its back turned, resembled a warrior heading to the execution ground.

Wan Jianyi stared at the receding light, his brows furrowed.

He keenly sensed that things were far more serious than he had imagined.

"You wait here and don't move."

Wan Jianyi gave Lin Jingyu instructions, then reached out and summoned the Dragon Slayer Sword, which uttered a clear dragon's roar.

The next moment, Wan Jianyi's figure had already transformed into a streak of emerald light.

They silently followed the ancient pine tree. Although it had been many years since they had flown on a sword.

But his movements remained as graceful as an immortal, and he disappeared into the sky in an instant.

Cangsong searched in the Yuqing Hall without success, and after going to several other places, he finally found Daoxuan meditating on the cliff behind Tongtian Peak.

It was sunset, and the glow of the setting sun cast a golden hue over Dao Xuan's figure.

He sat cross-legged on the edge of the cliff with his eyes closed, his clothes fluttering gently in the mountain breeze.

A subtle spiritual energy circulates around him, blending him seamlessly with the natural world.

Seeing this scene, Cangsong felt an indescribable pang of sorrow.

Over the years, he had cursed this figure countless times in his heart, but he had never truly understood his senior brother's good intentions.

"Sect Leader..."

Cangsong murmured to himself, his legs went weak, and he knelt heavily on the bluestone slab three zhang away from Daoxuan.

The dull thud of knees hitting the stone slabs was particularly clear on the silent cliff.

"Sect Leader, Cangsong has come to confess his sins!"

This shout used up all his strength.

……

Tongtian Peak and Yuqing Hall stand solemnly and majestically.

Dao Xuan Zhenren sat upright in the head seat, his face serene.

Yet, deep within his eyes seemed to lie an endless sea of ​​clouds, making it impossible to see clearly.

Your Highness, a figure knelt upright, his clothes slightly disheveled; it was none other than the Abbot of Dragon Head Peak, Daoist Cangsong.

"Junior Brother Cangsong, why are you doing this?"

Dao Xuan's voice was gentle, with just the right amount of doubt. He quickly got up, took a few quick steps, and reached out to help her up.

Just as his fingertips were about to touch the pine tree's arm

"Clang!"

A clear, melodious sword cry came from afar, initially faint, but soon becoming distinct.

With a hint of barely perceptible urgency, they lingered inside and outside the Jade Purity Hall.

Before the sword's cry had ceased, a figure as upright as a pine tree, yet carrying a touch of unconventionality, appeared at the temple gate. It was none other than Wan Jianyi, who had long resided in the ancestral hall.

Dao Xuan's brow twitched almost imperceptibly, and the look of doubt on his face deepened.

Look at the kneeling pine tree, then look at the suddenly arriving Wan Jianyi.

Finally, his gaze returned to the pine tree, his tone carrying a tone of comfort:

"Why are you here to apologize for nothing? Junior brother, get up first."

He reached out to help again.

"No!"

Cangsong jerked away, dodging Daoxuan's hand. He lowered his head even further, his voice hoarse yet carrying a desperate resolve.

"Sect Leader, Senior Brother! I, Cangsong... have committed heinous crimes! Please let me finish speaking!"

Dao Xuan looked at him like this, remained silent for a moment, and finally sighed softly, withdrawing his hand and slightly fluttering his sleeves:

"Alright, go ahead and tell me. As long as it doesn't involve any fundamental or serious errors of principle, admitting your mistakes and correcting them is the greatest virtue."

His tone was gentle, like that of a tolerant older brother.

Upon hearing this, Cangsong trembled almost imperceptibly, his heart filled with bitterness that surged like a tidal wave.

A grave mistake of principle? What I did was far more than a grave mistake of principle!

He took a deep breath, as if trying to inhale all the gloom and sins that had accumulated over the decades into his lungs, and then squeeze them out word by word.

"Disciple... no, the sinner Cangsong, reports to Senior Brother Sect Leader..."

His voice was low and slow, each word seeming to be painstakingly coaxed out from the depths of his throat.

"For decades, because of... because of the lingering obsession and unquenchable resentment in my heart... I have long... long ago secretly surrendered to the demonic sect..."

At first, Dao Xuan listened quietly, his expression unchanged.

However, when Cangsong mentioned that he not only colluded with the Demonic Sect, but also secretly crafted the extremely vicious "Poison Blood Banner"—a banner that required the blood of countless living beings to form—in order to gain power and avenge old grudges,

"boom!"

An indescribable, terrifying aura suddenly erupted from Dao Xuan Zhenren's body!

It was no longer the usual calm and collected demeanor, nor the dignified bearing of the sect leader.

It was a furious rage that seemed capable of shaking the heavens and the earth!

An immense pressure surged into the sky, enveloping the entire Tongtian Peak.

The once clear sky outside the palace darkened at a visible speed.

Rolling dark clouds appeared out of nowhere, swirling wildly as if the end of the world had arrived.

The chilling killing intent, like a tangible cold wind, swept through every inch of the hall, causing the beams and pillars to creak under the weight.

From the direction of the Azure Pool, a low, startled roar could be faintly heard.

Even the Spirit Lord Water Qilin was startled by this sudden outburst of anger.

The pine tree kneeling in the eye of the storm bears the brunt of the damage.

He felt as if the space around him had solidified, and endless pressure was pressing down from all directions, causing his bones to emit a faint groan.

It felt as if my internal organs were being gripped tightly by an invisible giant hand.

He groaned, his face turning deathly pale, and then a sweet taste rose in his throat.

He coughed up a mouthful of bright red blood and swayed precariously.

"Cangsong!" Wan Jianyi's expression changed drastically, and he exclaimed in surprise. He took a step forward, looked at Cangsong with worry, and then anxiously looked at Daoxuan.

Upon seeing this, Dao Xuan's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and the terrifying pressure that filled the hall receded like a tide.

He glanced at the disciples outside the hall who were agitated by the strange phenomenon and the elders who had rushed over upon hearing the news, and nodded slightly to indicate that there was nothing wrong.

After everyone retreated in surprise and uncertainty, he turned his gaze back to the pine tree, his eyes now as cold as ice that had stood for millennia.

"An evergreen pine...an evergreen pine!"

Dao Xuan's voice was no longer gentle, but carried an extremely suppressed and sinister tone.

"Hello, you're really something! Poison Blood Banner... You've created such a heinous and evil thing that has harmed countless innocent lives."

Do you know how much blood of living beings is needed?!

You betray your master and ancestors, and harm the people. How can you face the teachings of the Qingyun Sect's past masters?

How can we face the people we swore to protect?!