nyslfriends Chapter 1950: The Choice?
Chapter 1950: The Choice?
For you all!
This also allows the younger generation of the sect to continue their path to immortality.
"If I cannot break through to the Nascent Soul Realm, and ultimately lose my freedom, or even perish..."
The matter of restoring the unity of the Immortal Sect and the Dao is now entrusted to you elders.
"No, Elder!"
"Yes, Elder!"
You are the only pillar of our sect now, we must not lose you!
"Elder, please reconsider!"
This action is tantamount to entrusting your own fate to that Nascent Soul cultivator; it's far too dangerous!
"Elder, please reconsider!"
Without your presence, even if our sect manages to continue its lineage, it will be difficult to establish itself!
For a time,
The Nascent Soul True Monarchs in the main hall all spoke up to dissuade him, their tone filled with urgency and reluctance.
They all tried to persuade the Supreme Elder to change his mind.
They all knew that the Supreme Elder was the last hope of the Rongshen Immortal Sect.
If something happens to the Supreme Elder, the Rong Shen Immortal Sect will truly be finished.
As for those Nascent Soul True Monarchs who originally hoped to undergo review by the Cultivator Association...
Although the Supreme Elder's decision was exactly what they wanted, they felt no joy whatsoever; instead, they were overwhelmed by extremely complex emotions.
There was reluctance, reluctance, and guilt...
There was no joy.
They knew that the Supreme Elder's decision was a sacrifice of his own freedom and life for the future of the sect's disciples.
Seeing this scene,
The Supreme Elder, seated on his throne, remained calm and slowly waved his hand.
His tone was firm, leaving no room for negotiation:
No need for further words!
This is my final decision.
This is also the only thing I, as the Supreme Elder of the Rongshen Immortal Sect, can do for the sect and for you all.
His gaze swept over the crowd, his tone calm yet authoritative:
"All of you, step back!"
Three days later, I will personally contact the people of the Cultivator Association, hand over the sect's secrets, and accept investigation.
During this period, all elders must strictly discipline their disciples and ensure they do not act on their own.
"You must not reveal any trace of the sect, lest it cause further complications."
"..."
Seeing the Supreme Elder's resolute expression, the group of Nascent Soul True Monarchs knew that his mind was made up and there was no way to dissuade him.
They could only bow deeply and reply in a heavy tone:
"Yes, Supreme Elder!"
After speaking, they slowly turned around and walked out of the hall step by step, their backs looking particularly heavy.
The main hall fell silent once more.
Only the Supreme Elder remained, seated on his throne, his gaze fixed on the distance outside the hall…
He appeared calm, but no one knew what he was thinking.
But the occasional glimpse of loneliness and resentment in the depths of his eyes ultimately betrayed his state of mind.
It's not that he didn't value his freedom and life.
However, he couldn't let go of the Immortal Fusion Sect, nor could he let go of those disciples who were still struggling.
They couldn't let go of the sect's tradition that had lasted for tens of thousands of years.
···
On the other side!
Far from the bustling strongholds of the cultivation world, deep into the inland heartland...
A deep, secluded canyon surrounded by a continuous range of precipitous mountains.
This place is shrouded in thick, impenetrable fog year-round.
The mist, like silk threads, clung to the steep cliffs and towering ancient trees, making the entire canyon even more mysterious and unpredictable.
There are few people in the valley.
Even the most adept climbers, the apes, and the most perceptive eagles rarely venture into this area.
The valley floor slopes down to a gentle slope, creating a stark contrast with the rugged terrain around it.
In a clearing roughly several meters square, a solitary bamboo house stood.
At first glance, it appears no different from the secluded dwellings of hermits practicing asceticism, simple and unadorned.
It even has a somewhat rudimentary feel.
But if you stop and pay attention for a moment, you will immediately notice its extraordinary nature.
The green bamboo was no ordinary wild bamboo found in the mountains; each stalk was translucent and lustrous, radiating a faint jade-like sheen.
A faint, ethereal aura lingered around the bamboo.
Just one breath is enough to refresh the mind and dispel all distracting thoughts.
Not bad!
This seemingly ordinary green bamboo is actually a rare and precious bamboo for cultivating the mind and attaining enlightenment in the cultivation world!
This bamboo naturally possesses the effect of calming the mind and aiding in enlightenment.
For an ordinary cultivator, obtaining even one of these would be an immense stroke of luck, and they would treasure it as a priceless gem.
This bamboo house was actually made entirely of bamboo used for cultivating inner peace and enlightenment.
Every beam and every bamboo plank is made of extremely pure spiritual bamboo.
The value of a single bamboo stalk is comparable to that of a top-grade magic weapon, and the entire bamboo building uses a vast quantity of spirit bamboo.
Its total value far exceeds that of several top-grade magic treasures.
It's enough to drive even the top cultivators in the cultivation world crazy.
Inside the bamboo house, in stark contrast to the cold and desolate outside, a rich and pure atmosphere of tranquility and peace permeated the air.
The aura was not caused by a deliberately arranged formation, but by the spirituality emanating from the Qingxin Wudao bamboo itself, which blended with the aura of the cultivators in the room, forming a natural enlightenment sanctuary.
now,
In the quiet room on the second floor of the bamboo house, an old man dressed in a plain gray robe was sitting cross-legged on a lush green bamboo bed.
The old man had an ordinary appearance and lacked any of the imposing aura of a top-tier expert. His hair and beard were all white, and the strands of hair and beard appeared somewhat dry.
His figure was also slightly hunched.
He seemed like an ordinary old man in his twilight years.
Only his closed eyes revealed a profound depth that was difficult to describe.
His aura was so restrained that he seemed to merge with the bamboo building and the bamboo grove where he could cultivate his mind and attain enlightenment.
Without careful examination, one might even mistake it for a sitting wooden sculpture.
Only his faint breathing proved his vitality.
Judging from his appearance, it seemed as if he had already traveled to the heavens, immersed in his own realm of Tao, and indifferent to everything in the outside world.
Not bad!
This seemingly ordinary old man was no ordinary hermit, but a powerful figure in the demonic path who once dominated the cultivation world for millennia, but has now fallen into the ranks of the remnants of the rebellious cultivation faction.
The Supreme Elder of the Supreme Venerable Sect, who is now the only remaining half-Venerable Elder!
The realm of half-saint is just one step away from the peak of the cultivation world, the Nascent Soul stage.
If this were placed during the height of the Tai Zun Holy Sect's power...
That was a powerful and influential force, one that no one dared to provoke.
Now, however, he can only hide in these deep mountains and valleys, living in seclusion and cultivating his spiritual practice to preserve his life.
Just then...
A soft white light suddenly shone through the old man's wide right sleeve, breaking the tranquility of the quiet room.
The white light was not dazzling, but gentle and soft.
It flows gently like moonlight.
at the same time,
A cool and gentle force quietly spread out, gently touching the old man's long-dormant mind as it flowed through the air.
The force was faint yet clear, carrying a hint of urgency, slowly pulling the old man back from his reverie.
next moment,
The old man, sitting cross-legged on the bamboo bed, leisurely opened his tightly closed eyes.
As his gaze shifted, there was not a trace of the confusion of someone just awakened; instead, it revealed a detachment and tranquility born from a thousand years of vicissitudes, a wealth of knowledge, and a profound understanding of the world.
It was as if everything in the world was under his control.
Only a fleeting glint of sharpness in the depths of his eyes revealed his status as a semi-powerful being.
He lowered his eyes, his gaze unconsciously falling on his wide sleeves, where he caught a glimpse of soft white light shining through.
see,
A fleeting hint of worry flashed in his eyes, so quick it was almost impossible to catch.
The old man slightly opened his mouth and muttered to himself, his voice hoarse yet clear.
A subtle, almost imperceptible solemnity echoed in the quiet room:
"Hopefully it's not bad news!"
In the blink of an eye...
The old man flicked his wrist slightly, the movement flowing smoothly without the slightest hesitation, and something appeared in his palm.
It was a palm-sized token, dark black in color, neither gold nor wood, slightly cool to the touch, hard in texture, with no luster on the surface, yet exuding an ancient and profound aura.
The token has a simple and elegant design, with fine, intricate dragon patterns along the edges; the patterns are clear and lifelike.
It looked as if it would leap off the token at any moment.
On the front of the token, an ancient character "尊" (zun) is engraved.
The characters are vigorous and powerful, with sharp and forceful strokes.
It subtly exudes an aura of unassailable authority.
That is the symbol of the Supreme Holy Sect, a symbol that was once revered by countless cultivators in the cultivation world.
At this moment, this long-dormant token was emitting a faint, water-like spiritual light, trembling slightly.
As if conveying a message from afar, the tremors grew increasingly pronounced, carrying a hint of urgency.
There was also a hint of unease.
The old man extended his right index finger, and a wisp of pure magical power gathered at the tip, swirling around it and transforming into a tiny point of light.
With a flick of his finger, the magic power at his fingertips shot out like a shooting star.
"laugh!"
A thin stream of magical energy, as fine as a hair, entered the token with perfect precision, without causing the slightest ripple.
It was as if a stone had sunk into the sea.
But the next second, a sudden change occurred—
"Wow—"
About a foot above the token, the previously calm air suddenly rippled violently.
Like a lake surface disturbed by pebbles,
Then,
A clear screen of light suddenly unfolded.
The light screen was about three feet wide and two feet high, and was entirely white, like an illusory mirror, suspended in mid-air.
The image on the light screen was clearly visible, without the slightest blur.
Within the light curtain...
It reveals a dimly lit, enclosed stone chamber.
Inside the stone chamber, dozens of figures stood in neat rows, each with a refined aura, surrounded by varying degrees of demonic energy.
His expression was respectful, yet he couldn't hide a hint of anxiety.
These people were all wearing the same clothes:
He wore a deep purple, wide-sleeved robe, the edges of which were embroidered with fine gold, making him look both luxurious and dignified.
The hem of the robe was meticulously outlined with a ferocious ghost head swallowing clouds in silver thread, its fangs bared and its eyes fierce.
It seemed to devour the heavens and earth, exuding an eerie and terrifying aura;
A black belt cinched around his waist, inlaid with several dark jade stones, each imbued with a dense demonic aura.
It is both a decorative item and a storage container.
Their attire was both luxurious and imposing, making them highly recognizable; their distinctive clothing alone was enough to identify their origins at a glance.
Yes,
They were once the giants of the demonic path, the disciples of the Supreme Saint Sect, a top sect that had dominated the cultivation world for ten thousand years!
However, that was the glory of the past, not the present.
The Tai Zun Holy Sect of today is no longer as powerful as it once was.
Furthermore, under the siege of the Cultivator Association, they disintegrated and became a rebellious remnant faction in the cultivation world, deserving of everyone's wrath.
Now all we can do is hide in the shadows and eke out a living.
next moment,
The old man, sitting cross-legged on the bamboo bed, glanced indifferently at the dozens of direct descendants of the Supreme Saint Sect within the light screen.
His tone was indifferent, devoid of any warmth.
As if recounting a trivial matter unrelated to himself, his voice traveled clearly through the light screen into the stone chamber:
"Didn't I already say that?"
Must I not be contacted unless it is an emergency?
"Has an emergency arisen on your end that you can't handle?"
Upon hearing this,
The cultivators of the Supreme Saint Sect within the light screen immediately bowed in respect, their expressions growing even more deferential, daring not to show the slightest negligence.
The leading Nascent Soul Realm Demon Lord stepped forward, his voice tinged with urgency and fear, and respectfully reported:
"Reporting to the Supreme Elder, not long ago, the Cultivator Association issued a notice to the entire cultivation world."
The announcement explicitly mentioned the plan for dealing with the remnants of top sects like myself who were hiding in various places.
This matter is of great importance, and the disciples dare not make a decision on their own. We can only take the liberty of disturbing the elder's secluded cultivation to report to him.
As he spoke,
The Nascent Soul elder then recited the entire contents of the announcement, word for word, in detail.
In particular, it involves the specific strategies of the Cult of Monks against the remnants of the Supreme Saint Cult.
Investigate hidden strongholds, force them to hand over their sect's inheritance, and subject them to the scrutiny and control of the Cultivator Association.
If anyone resists, they will be besieged and exterminated by the powerful members of the Cultivator Association.
The other Nascent Soul Demon Lords standing nearby also chimed in.
He then reported all the details he had learned, his tone filled with anxiety and unease.
The Supreme Elder, seated cross-legged on the bamboo bed, listened quietly, not interrupting them, his expression remaining indifferent.
But as he listened to more and more, his expression gradually darkened, and his aura grew increasingly cold.
The once peaceful and serene room was instantly enveloped by a oppressive chill.
The gentle spiritual energy emanating from the Qingxin Wudao bamboo could not dispel the chill.
His fingers curled slightly, his knuckles turned white, and a barely perceptible hint of murderous intent and anger flashed deep in his eyes.
After the demon lords finished reporting, the old man slowly spoke, his tone icy and piercing, carrying a hint of mockery and impatience:
"Then why did you contact me this time?"
"Could it be that you want me to hand over my sect's eternal heritage in exchange for a chance to live?"
With this remark,
Within the light curtain suspended in front of the bamboo bed...
The Nascent Soul Demon Lords of the Supreme Venerable Sect panicked and hurriedly waved their hands.
He explained urgently:
"That's not what I meant!"
"Elder, you've misunderstood!"
"Yes, Elder, we would never dare to have such a thought."
The lineage of our sect is the foundation of our Supreme Holy Sect.
Even if it costs us our lives, we will protect this legacy. How could we dare to ask the elders to relinquish it?
"Elder, you are wise. We have come here only to report the situation and beg you to show us the way!"
"···"
however,
Having lived for over two thousand years, the old man was already a wise and experienced man who had seen countless people. How could he not see through the true intentions of these younger generation?
On the surface, they were asking for directions, but in reality, they wanted me to take action.
Or should we hand over the inheritance to preserve them?
They should either take matters into their own hands and confront the Cultivator Association head-on, providing them with a safe haven.
...(End of this chapter)