Fantasy: I, the Great Celestial Venerable of the Dao

Qingyun Mountain, Tongtian Peak.

The sea of ​​clouds churned like snow, and the morning light pierced the sky, gilding the majestic Yuqing Palace with a layer of shimmering gold.

Inside the hall, the air was filled with the fragrance of sandalwood, creating a solemn atmosphere.

Dao Xuan Zhenren sat upright in the main seat of the sect leader, his dark blue Daoist robe spotless.

To His Highness's left and right stood Wan Jianyi and Zeng Shuchang, side by side.

The two were reporting on the changes in the world and the important affairs of the sect one by one. Their voices echoed in the empty hall, each word clear.

Several young disciples stood on either side, all of whom were the best of the generation in Qingyun.

Xiao Yicai stood respectfully at the front, his hands clasped at his sides.

Lu Xueqi, dressed in white, was as aloof and cold as a plum blossom under the moon.

Lin Jingyu, Zhang Xiaofan, and others, including the Three Immortals and Seven Sons, are also among them.

This gathering of both new and old members is a subtle ceremony of inheritance within the Qingyun Sect, and also a necessary measure during these turbulent times.

Two hours later, the reports gradually stopped.

Dao Xuan nodded slightly, but his gaze gradually became serious.

He raised his head, his gaze passing over the crowd and landing on the seemingly leisurely old man leaning against a pillar on one side of the main hall.

"Junior Brother Zhou." Dao Xuan spoke, his voice not loud, but it caused the atmosphere in the hall to freeze.

"I wonder if there has been any result regarding the matter I entrusted to you last time?"

When will the celestial realm merge with our mortal realm?

Everyone tensed up, and their eyes all turned to the old man—Zhou Yixian.

Zhou Yixian unconsciously began to calculate with her fingers.

Upon hearing Dao Xuan's question, he stroked his sparse goatee.

His previously carefree face now showed a serious expression.

"I have fulfilled my mission." Zhou Yixian cleared his throat and stood up straight.

"I have spent three years of my life working on this project, and I have lost a total of seven ancient tortoise shells."

"Borrowing a wisp of the earth's dragon energy, I was able to glimpse a sliver of clarity amidst the chaos of celestial secrets a few days ago."

He paused, looked around at everyone, and said, word by word:

"About ten years from now, the barrier between the two realms will completely dissolve, and the Immortal Realm will descend."

"ten years!"

A soft gasp was heard in the hall.

Ten years is not a short time for ordinary people.

For cultivators, especially those facing such dramatic changes in the world, it is as fleeting as a white horse galloping past a crack in the wall.

A golden glint flashed in Dao Xuan's eyes, and the taut string in his heart relaxed slightly.

Fortunately, it wasn't three or five years, nor was it something that happened overnight.

Ten years is enough time for him to make many arrangements, for the Qingyun Sect and for the entire land of China.

They gained a brief respite and a chance to prepare.

Looking back on recent years, he first suppressed the four emperors of the demon race with swift and decisive measures, and then forced the Demon Lord Chonglou back to the Demon Realm.

These two battles not only solidified Qingyun's position as the leader of the righteous path.

It further demonstrated to the six realms that the human world is not a soft persimmon that can be easily manipulated.

With the power of a celestial being, he is enough to awe all around.

With his mind at ease, Dao Xuan then gave detailed instructions on matters such as defense arrangements, disciple training, and resource allocation.

His reasoning was clear and his thoughts were thorough, and everyone obeyed him with awe.

With everything temporarily settled, Dao Xuan turned his gaze to his eldest disciple, who was standing in front of him.

"A prodigy."

"Disciple is here." Xiao Yicai immediately stepped forward and bowed in response.

Where is Jing Tian now?

"Reporting to Master, Junior Brother Jingtian is resting in his room. He seems to be trying to connect with the spiritual energy within his body these past few days, and he appears slightly fatigued."

Xiao Yicai replied respectfully, his tone carrying a subtle, complex emotion.

Jing Tian's origins are quite peculiar.

He was not only a disciple personally accepted by the sect leader, but also had intricate connections with Chonglou, who was banished back to the Demon Realm.

Just look at the two swords he carries with him—the "Demon-Suppressing Sword," a remnant of the divine realm.

And that "demon sword" that intertwines malevolence and spiritual energy, and contains a sword spirit.

This reveals the gravity of this person's karma.

Moreover, Long Kui, the blue-clad woman in the Demon Sword who had already materialized and reached the level of an Earth Immortal, was always by his side, utterly loyal.

"Bring him here," Dao Xuan ordered.

"Yes."

Soon after, footsteps could be heard outside the hall.

Xiao Yicai led the way, followed by a young man whose face still carried a hint of youthful exuberance; this was Jing Tian.

He held tightly to two ancient-looking weapons, one long and one short, in his arms.

It was the Demon-Suppressing Sword and the Demon Sword.

Half a step behind him, there indeed followed a woman dressed in an old-fashioned blue flowing dress with wide sleeves.

The woman was stunningly beautiful, with skin as white as snow. A natural blend of melancholy and nobility lingered between her brows and eyes. As she moved, her skirt swayed gently, like ripples on still water.

She followed Jing Tian closely, her gaze mostly fixed on the boy's back in front of her.

Occasionally, she would glance around, her eyes clear yet carrying a hint of cautious wariness.

Those with profound cultivation in the hall, such as Wan Jianyi, could clearly feel the pure and cold spiritual energy fluctuations of the Earth Immortal level emanating from her.

He couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine.

As Jing Tian stepped into the center of the main hall, he saw Dao Xuan sitting high on the throne, and the last trace of laziness on his face instantly vanished.

He took a deep breath, loosened his grip on the swords, and carefully placed both swords on the ground beside him.

Without hesitation, he knelt down and kowtowed three times to Dao Xuan.

"Disciple Jingtian greets Master!"

Seeing this, Longkui behind him did not hesitate at all and immediately bowed down along with Yingying.

Although he did not utter a word, his posture was extremely respectful.

Dao Xuan looked at the two kneeling figures in the palace, a faint smile on his face, and raised his hand to help them up: "Get up."

After the two stood up, Dao Xuan's gaze fell on Jing Tian's still somewhat bewildered face, and he slowly spoke:

"Jing Tian, ​​do you know why the Demon Lord Chonglou specifically sought out you for a duel?"

And why would I so easily give you these two swords, which are considered divine and demonic weapons?

Upon hearing this, everyone in the hall, especially the younger generation such as Xiao Yicai and Lu Xueqi, showed expressions of curiosity.

They had all heard about Chonglou's challenge to Jingtian, but none of them could explain its deeper meaning.

Jing Tian scratched his head and honestly shook his head:

"Master, this disciple... truly does not know."

That red-haired monster… uh, Senior Chonglou, he came to our door and attacked us, then dropped his sword and left without giving a reason.”

Dao Xuan nodded slightly, his voice calm yet carrying a timeless quality.

"In that case, would you be willing to listen to your master recount an ancient tale? This matter concerns gods and demons, reincarnation, and also... your very essence."

Jing Tian felt a tightness in his heart, vaguely sensing that what his master was about to say might overturn all his past understanding.

But he still nodded vigorously: "This disciple is willing to listen!"

The hall was so quiet you could hear a pin drop; everyone held their breath.

"In ancient times, before heaven and earth were separated, the six realms were connected. At that time, the realm of gods was supreme, ruling over the eight wastelands."

Dao Xuan's voice was calm and unhurried, yet it seemed to take everyone back in time.

"In the realm of gods, there is a divine general named Fei Peng. He commands the heavenly soldiers of the divine realm, guards the Well of Gods and Demons, and wields the Demon-Suppressing Sword."

Its light illuminated the nine heavens, causing demons to flee and immortals to submit.