Fantasy: I, the Great Celestial Venerable of the Dao

The peerless genius who was once known as one of the "Twin Prides of Qingyun" alongside Dao Xuan is now living in seclusion here, guarding the ancestral temple.

"I wonder if your seclusion went smoothly, Senior Brother?"

For the past two days, Wan Jianyi has been keeping a close eye on the fluctuating and unpredictable aura within the Illusion Moon Cave.

It's hard not to feel a little worried.

Currently, within the entire Qingyun Sect, only Xiao Yicai, Dao Xuan's personal disciple, knows a little about it.

Only his junior brother knew that Dao Xuan was attempting to break through to the legendary Taiqing Realm.

Dao Xuan chose to go into seclusion in the Illusion Moon Cave.

Firstly, because the unfathomable Wan Jianyi personally protects this place. There is absolutely no chance of anything going wrong;

Secondly, he also wanted to borrow the blessed land where Patriarch Qingye comprehended the Taiji Xuanqing Dao to increase his chances and confidence in achieving a breakthrough.

Inside the cave, Dao Xuan carefully felt the surging, vast power within his body.

Although he possessed a complete inheritance of memories, he still felt both familiar and unfamiliar with those mysterious supernatural powers and supreme methods.

He knew that he needed to go through a period of practical experience and deep understanding before he could fully integrate these powers and use them as if they were his own limbs.

"It's time to emerge from seclusion."

Dao Xuan gently brushed his dark green Daoist robe and calmly straightened his clothes.

It was as if it had brushed away non-existent dust, and then stood up.

He walked steadily towards the outside of the cave.

Dao Xuan Zhenren lightly flicked his sleeves, and magical power flowed between his fingers like rising clouds, extremely mysterious.

Within the cave, countless array patterns flickered on and off, and numerous talismans disappeared one after another.

The dense array of restrictions receded like a receding tide.

As the last barrier dissipated, a figure slowly emerged from the depths of the Illusion Moon Cave—it was Dao Xuan Zhenren, dressed in a dark green Daoist robe, exuding an air of otherworldly elegance.

His flowing robes exuded an ethereal air, yet his brows held a mixture of three parts majesty and seven parts gentleness—a paradoxical yet harmonious blend.

His body was surrounded by a pure aura, as if he had merged with heaven and earth, and had clearly reached a state of perfection.

However, just as he was about to step out of the cave, his keen senses detected a strange movement coming from the depths of the cave.

Just as Dao Xuan was about to take a step, he suddenly felt a faint resonance coming from the depths of the cave.

The vibration penetrated directly into his dantian and sea of ​​consciousness, resonating with the true energy throughout his body.

This caused a surge of spiritual energy within his body.

He paused slightly, turning back to look into the deep darkness, only to feel a chilling pressure surging like a tide, as if some ancient, ferocious creature was awakening.

"The Immortal-Slaying Sword... it's actually the Immortal-Slaying Sword!"

Dao Xuan silently repeated it twice in his mind, and the five fingers inside his sleeve involuntarily clenched slightly.

He knew better than anyone that this sword was imbued with the malevolent energy of heaven and earth, and even with his cultivation level of just entering the Taiqing Realm, he would find it difficult to control such a ferocious object.

The sword is so malevolent that it could turn on its master if one is not careful.

One must cultivate to the Yang Shen realm to have any chance of truly mastering this peerless and deadly sword.

With his mind made up, Dao Xuan no longer hesitated and turned to step out of the Illusion Moon Cave.

Walking slowly along the moss-covered stone steps, ancient trees tower on both sides, their verdant greenness overflowing, and a spiritual atmosphere pervading the air.

In no time at all, they arrived at the Ancestral Temple on the back mountain.

Red walls and green tiles are nestled among ancient pines and cypresses, and wind chimes on the eaves tinkle softly in the breeze, producing a clear and melodious sound.

Just as Dao Xuan had predicted, the white-haired old man was still sweeping the ground at the entrance of the ancestral hall.

As the broom rose and fell, spiritual energy flowed around him, subtly aligning with the number of stars in the heavens. Each movement contained supreme Daoist principles, and the seemingly ordinary sweeping action actually contained the ultimate truths of heaven and earth.

Seeing this scene, Dao Xuan felt a warmth in his heart.

However, relying on his keen perception, which had already reached the Taiqing Realm.

He clearly sensed a subtle restlessness in Wan Jianyi's aura.

Needless to say, the reason for this restlessness must be related to his seclusion.

Upon hearing footsteps behind him, Wan Jianyi stopped sweeping.

Upon turning around and taking a closer look, one could see that Dao Xuan was surrounded by a pure aura, his spirit as profound as the sea.

Even with his cultivation at the tenth level of the Upper Clarity Realm, he could no longer fathom its depths. A fleeting look of joy crossed his eyes, but Dao Xuan had already noticed it.

"I've broken through."

Dao Xuan opened his mouth and spoke softly, his tone calm and even.

Wan Jian nodded deeply after hearing this.

With his own cultivation at the tenth level of Shangqing, he could no longer sense the depth of Dao Xuan's aura, and the result was self-evident.

He couldn't help but sigh in his heart: Senior Brother is indeed a genius, he can actually catch up with the Qingye Ancestor from a thousand years ago!

After that, Wan Jianyi turned around and silently walked towards the ancestral hall.

Dao Xuan immediately understood and then entered the solemn and dignified ancestral hall.

As usual, he took three sticks of incense, and with a slight twitch of his fingertips, the incense sticks spontaneously combusted.

He respectfully lit three incense sticks, the smoke curling upwards into the sky, lingering in front of the ancestral tablet, as if communicating with the ancestral masters of past generations.

The two brothers knew each other very well, so there was no need to say much.

Moreover, Wan Jianyi is a straightforward person who doesn't like to talk too much.

The two remained silent in the ancestral hall for a moment, savoring the rare tranquility, before emerging one after the other.

Dao Xuan's dark green Taoist robe fluttered in the wind, and suddenly the Seven Star Sword was drawn from its sheath with a clang.

The sword bore seven shimmering stars, the very swords worn by successive sect leaders.

Now, under the influence of the Taiqing Realm's magical power, it appears even more wondrous.

The sword's cry was clear and resonant, echoing among the peaks of the back mountain for a long time, as if announcing to the entire Qingyun Sect that the sect leader had emerged from seclusion.

At that time, Dao Xuan felt that the world was at peace and intended to pass the Seven Star Sword to his eldest disciple, Xiao Yicai, so that he could inherit his mantle.

But now Dao Xuan has a new idea—he wants to use the Seven Star Sword for a while longer.

Although he has reached the Taiqing realm and can ride the wind, many of the Qingyun Sect's profound techniques still require a celestial sword as a guide to unleash their full power.

Dao Xuan stared at the Seven Star Sword for a moment, then gently stroked the blade with his knuckles.

He finally put it back into his sleeve, and his figure floated into the air.

He was about to head towards the Jade Purity Palace when he suddenly stopped, turned around, and looked at Wan Jianyi behind him with a deep gaze:

"Junior brother, now that I have broken through, when will you be able to break through the barriers in your heart?"

As soon as Dao Xuan finished speaking, a burst of dark green light appeared, and he transformed into a streak of light and disappeared into the distance, leaving only his lingering voice echoing in the courtyard.

Upon hearing the address "Junior Brother," Wan Jianyi, standing in front of the ancestral hall, paused in his actions and his body trembled slightly.

Junior brother?

How long?

How long has it been since the other person called him by those two words? And how many years has it been since he called him "senior brother"?

Wan Jianyi couldn't help but feel a myriad of emotions.

When he recalled what happened in the Jade Purity Hall back then, his heart died.

In the eyes of the world, he was already a dead man.

Over the years, he has been like a rat that cannot be seen in the light, hiding like a living dead in the ancestral temple in the back mountains.

Even he himself had almost forgotten how spirited and awe-inspiring Wan Jianyi was during their journey through the wilderness.

He still remembered that back then, even the sword of Bai Duzi, a master of the Demonic Sect, could be snatched and casually given to Su Ru as a gift.

Now all that has passed has vanished like smoke, leaving only this broom and the fallen leaves filling the courtyard.

Now, in the eyes of this living dead, there is only the safety of the Qingyun Sect.