Deep in the ancient palace, a vent appeared.
The strong wind came, containing the power of time, and swept Chen Qingyuan over.
"Bang!"
The stones and pillars around the vent were all shattered and turned into powder.
Chen Qingyuan was not harmed and was swallowed by the wind.
"Is this the power of the law of the ancestral vein?"
Fang Qingyun looked at this scene blankly, his eyes pious.
The ruins of Qingzong are the true place of ancestral lineage.
After so many years, something needs to be revealed.
"Where is this?"
Under the palace, Chen Qingyuan was suspended in mid-air. Below was an endless abyss with no bottom. There was nothing around, but there seemed to be a candle in the depths of the space, letting the gentle light shine in all directions.
"Whoosh -"
The next moment, Chen Qingyuan uncontrollably approached the candlelight, his whole body tense and extremely vigilant.
"Stone?"
Looking closely, Chen Qingyuan discovered that the thing emitting light was a stone.
The dark yellow stone is about the size of a palm, like a flat token.
I don't know whether it is due to the corrosion of time or for some reason, this stone looks very rough and pitted.
"It feels cold."
There seemed to be a force in the dark, guiding Chen Qingyuan to reach out and grab the stone.
It felt cold in my hand, and a bit of sadness filled my heart.
In a daze, Chen Qingyuan saw the most prosperous era of Qingzong.
There are as many as 100,000 disciples under the sect, and only the elite are accepted, and their character, talent, etc. must be qualified.
There are thousands of Mahayana bridges, and more than ten divine bridges sit there, so dazzling.
If the top sects in the imperial state were considered to be outer sect disciples, they would number in the millions. Only Qing Zong puts moral character first and talent second.
It is for this reason that although there are frictions within Qingzong, they never cause too big disputes.
The descendants of future generations have inherited the will of their ancestors and are willing to die for their ideals. They may have complaints in their hearts, or they may not be willing to let their lives end.
The common people in the world do not understand Qingzong's discipleship and will inheritance, so they naturally do not understand this "stupid" behavior.
If it weren't for so many stupid people, there would be no prosperous world today.
"Buzz——"
Chen Qingyuan almost fell into the scene for a moment.
The blurry scene penetrates deep into the heart.
"Hundred gilded palaces hang in the clouds. True spirits and beasts guard all sides..." In
the most prosperous era of the Qing Sect, any true disciple had the strength to transcend the later stages of the tribulation, and under the orders of the sect Eliminate thieves and destroy demons. Any powerful mounted spirit beast can guard a realm without chaos.
Unfortunately, that era has been buried by time.
Chen Qingyuan could only see a glimpse of it through this strange stone, and it disappeared in a flash.
"What is this?"
Chen Qingyuan looked at the stone in his hand carefully and couldn't figure it out.
"Tear--"
Suddenly, the palm holding the stone was scratched by a law.
Chen Qingyuan showed a stinging expression, subconsciously thinking that the stone was in danger, he quickly let go and threw it into the air.
Looking down, he saw a stream of blood flowing out from the wound on his palm.
The stone floated not far away, swallowing the blood.
Slowly, this dark yellow stone began to change.
Chen Qingyuan watched intently, his expression gradually horrified.
The layer of rough material on the surface of the stone fell off and turned into a white jade token, crystal clear and flawless.
On the token is engraved one word - Qing.
"Wha—"
A ray of white light fell on Chen Qingyuan, forcibly unlocking the hidden breath technique and restoring his original appearance.
Regarding this situation, Chen Qingyuan held his breath and concentrated on it. He could only watch and had no other choice.
The white jade token contains the will of the sages of past generations, which is enough to see through Chen Qingyuan's true identity.
Soon, the white light disappeared and the token fell into Chen Qingyuan's hands.
"What is the purpose of Qingzong's token?"
Chen Qingyuan lowered his eyebrows and observed the token, still thinking in his heart, something happened again.
"Rumble--"
The space under the ancient palace became distorted, and Chen Qingyuan was pulled to the outside world by a gentle force.
"Bang!"
It shattered the void and reached the top of the ancient palace.
The sudden space vibration attracted the attention of monks from all directions.
When the monks saw Chen Qingyuan, they were shocked to the extreme.
"It's him!"
"Chen Qingyuan from Daoyi Academy."
"Why is he here?"
"The young boy just now was pretended to be Chen Qingyuan. I said why I couldn't deduce his origin. It turns out that's the case."
" Wait, if that's the case, isn't Chen Qingyuan a member of the Qing Sect?"
"This world is going to be in chaos!"
As Chen Qingyuan's identity was exposed, everyone looked horrified and their eyes were full of shock.
Countless exclamations resounded throughout the world and lingered for a long time.
The top experts in Dizhou and even other circles will get the news soon, and they will definitely pay close attention to it.
Chen Qingyuan is a hot topic in his own right. He is the most talented person in the world and no one can match him. If you add the identity of Qingzong's successor, it would be okay.
Many sects in the imperial state had bullied the declining Qing sect. This hatred was rooted deep in the soul and could not disappear with the passage of time.
These sects did not want to see Qingzong rise, not only because of their own interests, but also because they were worried about being retaliated by Qingzong, or even causing the sect's annihilation.
"Chen Qingyuan is from the Qing Sect, no way!"
There are many imperial geniuses here who have dealt with Chen Qingyuan at the Baimai Feast. After hearing this, his face was filled with shock and he spoke in a broken voice.
"If this son rises, he will definitely restore the Qingzong's prosperity and even reach a higher level."
Many old guys began to worry about this.
"If it weren't for Qingzong, the disaster of the Demonic Abyss would have broken out long ago. How could we survive today."
There are more or less sensible old people in the world, but unfortunately they also know very well that their ancestors have no respect for Qingzong. The mistakes Zong committed cannot be forgiven at all. He has received the favor passed down from his ancestors, which is equivalent to enmity with Qingzong. There is only one way to go to the dark side.
"Chen Qingyuan is actually the descendant of Qingzong. Report this matter to the ancestor immediately. Hurry!"
As for resolving this resentment, that's fine. Go directly to the Demon Abyss to die and fulfill the promise made by all the sects in the past to work together to guard the Demon Abyss.
However, these old guys don't dare to die, they just want to live.
Soon, the world will be shaken by a shocking wave, which will be even more terrifying than the Baimai Feast of the past.
"What is he holding in his hand?"
Everyone was shocked when Chen Qingyuan's identity was exposed just now, but now they saw a trace of details.
"Could it be..."
Fang Qingyun began to search for the ancient records of Qing Zong in his mind, his eyes widened and his whole body began to tremble.
Obviously, Fang Qingyun guessed something and was extremely excited. He opened his mouth for a long time and couldn't say a word.