"Leader's order!"
After a long time, Fang Qingyun's whole body trembled, and he blurted out, his voice trembling.
About a hundred thousand years ago, for the sake of future generations, the Holy Master of the Qing Sect forcibly cut off all traces of cause and effect, and the leader's token, which symbolized power, was buried and sealed in a corner of his homeland.
If there are extremely talented juniors in the future, the seal will be lifted automatically, which means that Qingzong will have a chance to revive.
Chen Qingyuan was suspended in the sky above the ancient palace. He seemed to be covered with a layer of white light feathers, as holy as an immortal. Dozens of hundreds of Taoist patterns from the origin of the Qingzong were floating around him, and waves of soft Taoist sounds spread thousands of miles.
"Ka-boom!"
At this moment, the barrier around the ancient palace was shattered by white light.
Then, the ground began to collapse, and an abyss with a diameter of thousands of miles appeared.
Not long after, the palaces buried underground emerged from the abyss and appeared in the world.
There are more than thirty palaces, most of which are in dilapidated appearance, and few are well preserved.
Has it been corroded by time?
no.
The fundamental reason was that the major forces in the empire were trying to plunder and plunder, which forced the Holy Master of the Qing Sect to make this move and retreat to the Northern Wilderness. Before leaving, he buried the few remaining inheritance places and protected the origin of the sect with his life.
After moving to the Northern Wilderness and doing everything well, the Holy Lord exhausted his energy and vitality and passed away.
"This is the real site of Qingzong."
Even after so many years, Qingzong still retains so much heritage, which is amazing.
One hundred thousand years ago, the masters of each sect were very confused, and the Qing sect disappeared overnight.
What the world doesn't know is that in order to prevent the major holy places from destroying the foundation of the Qing Sect, the Holy Lord and a group of core elders of that era secretly planned for many years, suffered much hardship, and paid a high price.
"These..."
Chen Qingyuan looked at the huge palaces around him and was very shocked.
Because he comes from the main line, even if he holds the leader's token in his hand, he cannot know the cause and effect. At this time, he only felt amazed in his heart, but he didn't know how difficult it was for the ancestors to retain the foundation of Qingzong.
After all, you still have to practice to the late stage of transcending the tribulation realm before you can figure everything out.
There are some things that are difficult to understand through the mouths of others.
Only by inheriting it, allowing the soul to travel through the traces of the past, and seeing the figures of our ancestors with our own eyes, can we empathize with them.
"Dang——"
The main hall of the palace where Chen Qingyuan is located, and a partially broken ancient bell hangs in the side hall on the left.
The ancient bell swayed gently and the bell rang.
Chen Qingyuan, who was holding the leader's token, saw a picture in a daze.
The Taoist bell rang, and all the disciples took advantage of the wind and swords to rush to the main hall.
Covering the sky and the sun, it is majestic.
Organized and ready to be dispatched.
Wow -
the picture is broken, like a mirror, flowers, water and moon, everything is in vain.
After coming back to his senses, Chen Qingyuan thought about how to break free from the laws of the Qingzong Ancient Palace and fell to the ground.
"Dong, dong, dong..."
The sound of the ancient bell not only did not stop, but the frequency became faster. The sound was heavy and resounded throughout the territory. It shocked the souls of everyone present and gave birth to inexplicable emotions. A sense of awe.
The token in Chen Qingyuan's hand flickered, and a flash of green light came out from the depths of the ancient palace, like a figure, floating to the front desk outside the hall.
"The thirteenth generation disciple of the Qing Sect, listen to the order."
Although the voice of the Qingguang figure was weak, everyone heard it very clearly.
"The seventeenth generation disciple, Jia Xu, obey your orders."
There are also blurry figures condensed together, standing outside the main hall.
"Tian Yunan, listen to the order."
"..."
In just half a stick of incense, there were hundreds of people. They are all the martyrs of the Qing Sect, with unwavering will and silently guarding the place of origin.
Now that the leader's token has revived and the ancient bells are ringing, it means that their mission has been completed and they can leave this world without any regrets.
They don't need to think about the future. They believe that future generations will inherit the will of their ancestors and restore the sect.
Boom -
this scene fell in everyone's eyes, like a huge boulder on the lake surface, splashing countless streams of water, trembling to the extreme, and trembling all over.
The old guys hiding in the dark could not keep calm and were stunned.
After so many years, Qingzong's will still exists in the world and has not dissipated.
Chen Qingyuan stood at a high place, his lips trembled slightly, and his face was full of awe.
Although he has not accepted the inheritance, he is very clear about the role Qingzong plays in this world.
A lone traveler, a rebel.
People in the world don't care about kindness or destiny, and even laugh at their stupidity or oppress them.
Even though these hundreds of figures are very blurry, their names are very unfamiliar. However, in their era, they were all well-known figures, who exerted pressure on all walks of life.
"Fang Qingyun, the 673rd generation disciple of the Qing Sect, pays homage to the sect master and is at your disposal!"
Fang Qingyun was stunned for a long time, and then he suppressed his extremely excited heart and kept walking with heavy steps. When he reached the back of the front hall, he saluted Chen Qingyuan.
Qingzong accepts disciples every hundred or thousand years, it all depends on fate. The word
"boom" was shocking to the earth and the earth.
For a moment, the heroes were shocked, and the shock in their hearts rose to another level, which was difficult to describe in words.
The meaning of Fang Qingyun's words is already very clear.
Chen Qingyuan has been recognized by the sages of the Qingzong, and controls the token symbolizing the highest power of the Qingzong, which is enough to inherit the position of the sect leader.
"This matter... is out of control."
Things have developed to this point, and no one can predict what kind of sensation it will cause next. The only thing that can be speculated is that the karmic grievances between Qingzong and all forces in the world will be brought to light, and the world will no longer be peaceful.
If Qing Zong wants to revive, it is inevitable to settle the past.
"With Chen Qingyuan's temperament, he is clear about grudges and retribution. If he really grows up, the consequences will be disastrous."
The young prodigy who had dealt with Chen Qingyuan knew his temper well, and there was a trace of fear in his eyes.
"The 670th generation disciple of the Qing Sect, Dugu Changkong, listen to the order."
Before everyone could regain their composure, Dugu Changkong, dressed in cloth, came from a distance. He looked old and was about to die.
Wow!
With the arrival of Dugu Changkong, this wave has become even more lively.
The old guy hiding in the dark couldn't bear it any longer and showed his true form with a complicated expression.
"Senior Dugu."
Chen Qingyuan looked at Dugu Changkong who was present. He was no longer confused. He moved his body vigorously, but still could not regain his freedom.
Fortunately, I can speak and ask directly: "Senior, what is going on? What should I do?" "
With the order of the leader, you have the right to mobilize the will of the sages. Without the order, it will be difficult for the sages to achieve perfection, so give them a Let's get going!"
Dugu Changkong pointed.
"Junior understands."
Chen Qingyuan tightened the token in his hand and nodded with a hint of sadness.