Originally, the old Holy Lord was in retreat, but he suddenly sensed something had changed on the ancestral stele, so he showed up to find out. A piece of his consciousness was left on the ancestral monument and could be discovered immediately.
As for the rest of the things in the outside world, the old Holy Lord did not deliberately investigate. He was immersed in his own world and tried hard to take that step forward.
"Ah?"
Everyone was surprised and couldn't understand what the old Holy Lord meant.
"Dong, dong, dong..."
There was a sound, and it turned out to be Changsun Fengye.
The appearance of the old Holy Lord did not attract the attention of Changsun Fengye. Now, he seemed to have entered an unknown dimensional world.
Underfoot is the endless black sea, with this ancestral monument suspended on the sea.
The voice inside became increasingly clear.
"Break it! Break it! Break it..."
Changsun Fengye's pupils were black, and his face was covered with dense black lines, which was hideous and terrifying.
In the void, the old Holy Lord began to ask about everything about the eldest grandson Fengye from childhood to adulthood.
As Changsun Fengye punched, the cracks on the ancestral stele became more and more numerous.
The elders were very heartbroken and wanted to stop it, but the old Holy Lord was very excited, with a look of deep anticipation in his eyes.
"Master, why do you want Feng Ye to break the ancestral monument?"
Yi Qianran asked.
The elders came closer, their ears pricked up, and they also wanted to know.
"I won't tell you." The old Holy Master glanced at Yi Qianran and snorted coldly.
Through the chat just now, the old Holy Master already knew the experience of the eldest grandson Fengye and felt angry for his disciple.
Everyone laughed and didn't dare to ask any more questions.
"Qingzong has actually revived in this era."
At the same time, the old Holy Lord also learned about Qingzong, with complicated eyes.
After hearing the deeds of the Qingzong old man, the old Holy Master felt respectful and whispered: "I didn't expect that Dugu Changkong of Linghe Sect was actually a member of the Qingzong. He was hidden deep enough." "
Master, do you know Senior Dugu?"
Yi Qianran asked curiously.
"I know you." The old Holy Lord's eyes changed, and he nodded lightly and said, "Ten thousand years ago, I went to Dizhou for training and had a battle with Dugu Changkong." "
Who won?"
Yi Qianran and other senior officials Staring closely, with great interest.
"What do you think?"
At the same moment as he spoke, the old Holy Master kicked Yi Qianran with a fierce expression.
Looking at this, the old Holy Lord must have lost.
"I was slapped on the ground by Old Man Dugu and almost died. Fortunately, Old Man Dugu showed mercy, and I escaped."
Then, the old Holy Master recalled the past and sighed softly.
"A...slap?"
The old man of Qingzong was extremely handsome, and indeed he was not comparable to ordinary people. Everyone could accept that the old Holy Lord had lost, but they did not expect that the defeat would be so embarrassing.
"When I was traveling in the imperial state, I accidentally interfered in the internal affairs of Linghe Sect. That year, Linghe Sect was decayed internally, and many factions wanted to compete for the position of Holy Lord. Old man Dugu came out of the sky and used his own power to The rebellions of all departments were suppressed, and blood flowed like rivers. Millions of people were killed and injured, and no less than a hundred Mahayana monks fell." "
Because I didn't know about it and was taken advantage of, I saved my life."
For the sake of everyone's curiosity. , the old Holy Lord briefly talked about that past.
"Oh my God!"
With just a few words from the old Holy Lord, the elders could imagine what kind of scene it would be, which was particularly shocking.
In this way, the old Holy Lord did not have a battle with Mr. Qingzong at all, but was suppressed unilaterally. It is estimated that in Dugu Changkong's memory, there is no such person as the old Holy Lord.
"Ancestor, please tell us about the ancestral monument!" The great elder couldn't bear it any longer and said, "If the Holy Son continues to act recklessly, the ancestral monument may not be preserved." "The ancestral monument is broken,
right? The Piaomiao Palace is beneficial but harmless."
The old Holy Lord pondered.
Next, the old Holy Master no longer concealed anything.
A long time ago, an amazing person came out of the Piaomiao Palace, who practiced forbidden arts and had reached great success. Its combat power is so high that even in an empire with countless strong men, it would be difficult to find an opponent.
Unfortunately, forbidden techniques have huge drawbacks.
Not long after that ancestor's heyday, he suffered a backlash from forbidden arts and turned to death.
Before his death, the ancestors refined an ancient stele and sealed the Shangxuan token symbolizing the supremacy of the Piaomiao Palace inside. He also left a message that if there are descendants who can break the ancient monument in the future, they can obtain the Shangxuan Order and lead the Piaomiao Palace to glory.
This secret is only known to the old Holy Master.
Only one person is passed on in each generation to prevent the news from leaking.
It is precisely because of the ancestor's last words that the Piaomiao Palace has never destroyed the forbidden technique and stayed in its original place, waiting for the destined person.
"The most important thing is that if this child can break the ancestral monument, it means that he has a higher talent than his ancestors. His future achievements may surpass his ancestors, and he will not suffer the backlash of forbidden arts."
This person has already appeared. , the old Holy Lord does not need to hide it, just tell the truth.
"It's actually like this."
The senior executives suddenly realized, and their eyes changed when they looked at Changsun Fengye. They were filled with excitement and looking forward to the future.
Some elders felt uneasy. After all, the sect did not support the behavior of eldest grandson Fengye, fearing that it would affect their relationship.
"boom!"
There was an earth-shaking explosion, and the ancestral monument that had been passed down for many years completely exploded.
Changsun Fengye's hands were bloody and bloody, and his body was knocked back dozens of feet by the storm.
The ancestral stele was completely shattered, and a palm-sized black token floated out. It was the Shangxuan Order that had disappeared for many years, and could also be called the Holy Lord Order of the Piaomiao Palace.
"Child, are you okay?"
The old Holy Master grabbed the token, ducked to the side of Changsun Fengye, and whispered softly.
"Who are you?" Changsun Fengye's consciousness returned to reality, his eyes were clear, and his hair turned black visibly.
In addition, there are relatively strong spiritual energy fluctuations surging in his body.
"Hum——"
After a few breaths, Changsun Fengye's cultivation level increased and reached the integration stage.
"I am that brat's master."
The old Holy Master pointed at Yi Qianran and said with a smile.
"Disciple, pay homage to the master."
The eldest grandson, Fengye, reacted immediately and bowed respectfully regardless of his own injuries.
"No gift." The old Holy Master smiled happily and handed over the token: "My child, this is yours."
"Mine?"
Changsun Fengye looked down at the token with doubts in his eyes.
"Yes." The old Holy Lord said solemnly: "From now on, you are the person in charge of the Piaomiao Palace. I and everyone in the Piaomiao Palace will use every means to assist you." "
No way!"
The senior management said. Sensational, unbelievable.
"Master, are you kidding me?"
Changsun Fengye suspected that he heard wrongly.
"I am very serious and will not make fun of such things." The old Holy Lord said solemnly: "You are the future of Piaomiao Palace."
Boom!
The situation in Piaomiao Palace changed drastically, like a huge meteorite hitting the sea, causing huge waves.
With the protection of the old Holy Lord, the objections were directly suppressed.
Changsun Fengye has officially taken the first step in forbidden arts. He is no longer restricted and does not have to worry about entering a state of madness.
...
The imperial state is not all star territory.
On this day, senior officials of the Buddhist sect came to Qingzong, causing quite a stir.
Fozi and Chen Qingyuan stayed under an ancient pavilion in the inner courtyard, making tea and chatting.
The senior officials of Buddhism and the senior officials of Qingzong were discussing cooperation matters.
"Something big happened in the old land!"
A few days later, a piece of news came from the old land, making the already uneven world even more chaotic.