Jiawu Year, the first day of June
Suitable for: moving, breaking ground, dismantling, closing accounts
Taboo: traveling, praying, consecration
This is the last day of the Eastern Territory Competition, and it is also the day when the first person in the Eastern Territory in the past three thousand years, the Jiahe Patriarch, leaves the Wanxuan Pagoda once every ten years, appears in the mortal world, and meets the thousands of people under his rule.
The Eastern Region Competition is never forbidden to mortals. For these mortals whose average life span is no more than a sixty-year period, being able to personally admire the voice and grace of their ancestors on this day will be the most glorious and most talked about memory in their lives.
In fact, not only the common people, but also the vast majority of immortal cultivators, especially those who are not from Zhou nationality, will probably have only one opportunity in their lives to witness the demeanor and demeanor of the ancestor who transformed into gods, and to feel that A state of cultivation as unattainable as the clouds.
After all, the Eastern Region is too vast, and a cross-border teleportation array often starts with a high-grade spiritual stone. Not many cultivators in this world can afford it.
To visit the Kingdom of Zhou in this life and pay homage to the true ancestor is the ultimate dream of countless immortal cultivators in the Eastern Region.
In the early morning of this day, the sky was clear and there was an endless stream of people in front of the khaki Wanxuan Pagoda.
A majestic purple flying boat stood proudly in the square like a moving palace.
On each of the nine decks, there were dozens or hundreds of purple-robed monks standing solemnly. Each one of them looked majestic and held their breath.
They are all disciples of the Zhou Kingdom studying or practicing in Wanxuan Pagoda. They almost make the pagoda their home and devote themselves to cultivation. Only today, when the ancestor leaves Wanxuan Pagoda, they will also line up as followers.
Soon the tower was empty. Except for a few monks who couldn't escape due to elixir refining or seclusion, there were only guards and prisoners under the tower base.
At the right time, the top door of the tower slowly opened, and a thin middle-aged man named Eguan Bo came out with his hands behind his back. He looked at the thousands of famous disciples and juniors on the flying boat, with a hint of relief in his eyes.
It is Zhenzun Jiahe.
Under the attention of everyone, he gently took a step forward. In an instant, he seemed to have crossed a deep chasm, and the next moment he was standing on the dragon's head at the bow of the ship. Facing the distance, looking up at the sky, his clothes rustling in the strong wind, his whole person seems to have integrated into this space, giving people a feeling of being far, near, real and illusory.
"Get off—" several disciples shouted loudly.
The flying boat immediately lifted off the ground, bringing with it a large piece of milky white auspicious cloud, and meandered towards the arena a hundred miles away.
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"I'm coming!"
"The old god is here!"
"My dear old man is here!"
When the purple flying boat appeared in the distant sky, the entire Anyi City, and all the people who had been looking forward to it early in the morning, suddenly became excited.
There was a faint sense of pressure on the flying boat, but it did not give people a sense of domineering at all. It was more like the breeze blowing on the face, bringing waves of cool comfort on this somewhat hot summer morning.
Although Jiahe Zhenzun has a high level of cultivation, he never uses his level to oppress others. Even to these common people, he is as warm and gentle as the spring breeze. Therefore, for three thousand years, the ancestor has always enjoyed high prestige in the Eastern Region, and has been deeply respected and loved by countless people and monks.
Half a quarter of an hour later, the flying boat arrived at the arena. Thousands of disciples filed down in an orderly manner. When Jiahe Zhenzun, accompanied by several monks, floated down from the flying boat, the atmosphere reached its climax.
"Greetings to the ancestor! I wish the ancestor a long and prosperous immortality and a long life as long as the heaven!"
A middle-aged man wearing a golden crown and purple robe embroidered with gold was the first to pay his respects. This person is Ji Tingjian, the leader of the Zhou Kingdom and the late Yuan Ying.
"Greetings to the ancestor! I wish the ancestor a long and prosperous immortality and a long life as long as the heaven!"
Immediately afterwards, all the monks in the field, including the envoys from various countries in the Eastern Region, as well as all the participating disciples, knelt on their knees and shouted in unison.
"Greetings to the ancestor! I wish the ancestor a long and prosperous immortality and a long life as long as the heaven!"
Finally, the entire residents of Anyi City spontaneously knelt on the ground one by one, bowing their hands repeatedly, looking pious and excited.
Each of their voices could not reach far, but together they were like layers of huge waves, no less powerful than those of the monks.
"Flat body."
Ancestor Jiahe had a kind look on his face and softly uttered two words, which instantly rang in everyone’s ears.
"Thank you, ancestor!"
"Good luck, ancestor!"
"Ancestor lives a long life!"
Voices of gratitude came one after another, mixed with some unscrupulous wishes from the people.
Ancestor Jiahe was graceful. Surrounded by everyone, he walked slowly to the purple seat on the high platform in the center of the arena. Shi Shiran sat down and then waved.
"The top twenty qualifying competition, the final round of competition, begins!"
Ji Qiankun, who was standing on the high platform, shouted loudly. He is also one of the organizers of this competition.
Twenty young foundation-building disciples from all over the Eastern Territory had already stood on the ten fighting stages. Following the orders, they immediately began to fight against each other.
Generally speaking, except for opponents with obvious differences in strength and weakness, it is common for both sides to adopt a defensive approach in the battle during the foundation-building period, and there is often no winner for a whole day or night.
Therefore, the competition stipulates that each match lasts about an hour. If there is no winner, the score will be a draw. There are a total of nineteen qualifying games, and there will always be a ranking in the end.
After a short rest, the top two disciples in the overall ranking will compete in the championship and runner-up finals.
Jiahe Zhenzun leaned slightly on the back of the chair, his eyes were slightly closed, and his expression was slightly haggard.
Ji Tingjian came over quickly and handed over a roster with both hands.
This is the information of the top twenty monks in this qualifying competition, including cultivation level, place of origin, specialties, competition performance, etc.
Jiahe Zhenzun glanced at ten lines and browsed through the roster in an instant. His consciousness was extremely powerful, and by just glancing around at random, he had already memorized all ten games in the arena, and he had already estimated everyone's strength in an instant.
"Is that woman Liang Xiaoyu?" he asked, pointing to a girl in yellow on one of the fighting stages.
"Ancestor Mingjian," Ji Tingjian said in a low voice: "This woman is Liang Xiaoyu. She was born in the royal family of the Liang Kingdom. She is thirty-one years old this year and has a nine-level cultivation base. Her record in the first eighteen games of this qualifying match is ten With five wins and three draws, we are ranked first and have secured a spot in the championship and runner-up finals later.”
"Yes." Jiahe nodded: "I remember, there was a person named Liang Xiaoyu in the last two terms..."
"That's her clan sister."
"Oh, that woman's qualifications are acceptable and her luck is good. She was the best performer in that session of Wanxuan Pagoda. How is she doing now?"
"Dead," Ji Tingjian replied: "A few years ago, the secret realm of Panxi Mountain collapsed, and this woman died in that catastrophe."
"Oh, dead? What a pity." Jiahe sighed slightly, but he didn't take it seriously. There are so many so-called geniuses who have not grown up in the world of immortality that they cannot be counted.
After a while, the ancestor suddenly said: "Let's take a look at other people's information, um, the top fifty."
"Yes." Ji Tingjian responded quickly, but he was quite strange in his heart: the ancestor has never paid attention to those after twenty, why do you have such thoughts now?
After a while, a disciple presented the list. The ancestor flipped through it casually and frowned:
"What's going on with the Yunxiao Sect? No one in the top twenty is selected. Only three people in the top fifty are registered?"
"I don't know, disciple," Ji Tingjian replied, "Maybe the Yunxiao Sect has not had enough talent in recent years!"
"I guess Yanxiling has been taking advantage of rats and dogs over the years. God can't stand it, haha!" He continued with a sneer.
Jiahe Zhenzun seemed as if he had not heard anything. He turned the list in his hand and said:
"Ting Jian, after the competition is over, please make an announcement that all the top fifty people in this competition will enter Wanxuan Tower."
"This..." Ji Tingjian was a little embarrassed: "Ancestor, if there are too many people, will it be destroyed?"
He hesitated, and although he didn't explain clearly, the ancestor knew what he wanted to say.
"Ting Jian," he sighed, "it's not like you don't know the purpose of Wanxuan Pagoda. I was too cautious in the past. I just wanted to figure it out slowly, but I didn't want to suddenly have such a piece of news..."
"After half a year, if this thing is no longer useful, no matter how well it is preserved, what's the point? Besides, less than half of the unexplored star paths in the tower have been completed. With my spiritual consciousness, I can sustain the changes. Even if you are damaged, you can recover.”
"Seriously, if there are a few more lucky ones among these fifty people, my long-cherished wish may be fulfilled!"
"Disciple understands." Ji Tingjian no longer hesitated and agreed quickly.
The conversation between the two was naturally shielded by magic power. Everyone looked outside and saw the ancestor and the king talking happily, but they didn't know what they said.
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The game proceeds in an orderly manner.
At noon, the top twenty qualifying rounds were all over, and the disciples participating in the championship and runner-up finals were selected at the same time. One of them was Liang Xiaoyu, and the other was a young monk from Zhao Guo.
The two had played against each other in qualifying and were neck and neck.
It was now the finals, and the Ancestor of the Transformation God was watching live. Liang Xiaoyu no longer held back. Two quarters of an hour later, Zikong used his unique move "Shadowless Tribulation Finger", easily breaking through the opponent's defense and taking down the opponent's defense. He was wounded to the ground.
The outcome has been decided.
Next, awards will be given to the top ten, and each person will receive a third-level magic weapon. The top three were also given Ziyundan and several rare elixirs. For them, it was equivalent to one foot entering the realm of Zifu.
Later, Ji Tingjian announced the quota to enter Wanxuan Pagoda, but to everyone's surprise, all the top fifty were selected. The square was quiet for a moment, and then the whole place burst into cheers!
After completing these procedures, it was almost late in the afternoon. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Liang Xiaoyu followed the lead of a Jindan Master from the Zhou Kingdom and walked step by step to the central high platform and bowed respectfully in front of Jiahe Zhenzun.
The ancestor nodded slightly, his face full of kindness.
"Tell me what you wish for, and I can do it for you." He said softly.
The girl looked excited. She kowtowed three times, then took out a jade box from the ring. After opening it, she found several pieces of women's clothing, a jade bottle containing blood essence, some scattered hair, and a broken piece. The soul card.
"Ancestor," Liang Xiaoyu sobbed, "My disciple, cousin Liang Xiaoyu, was third in the Eastern Region Competition in the year of Jia Yin. Eighteen years ago, due to the opening of Panxi Mountain, my cousin was ordered to investigate. Unexpectedly, this secret realm actually collapsed. , my cousin suffered a tragic disaster, her body was not left alive, wuwu——"
"Disciple, please beg the Patriarch to find out the truth behind my cousin's death. We, the Liang family, will definitely remember the kindness of the Patriarch and never forget it!"
After that, he rang his head several times again, and when he raised his head, tears were streaming down his face.
The girl is as beautiful as a flower, lovable and lovable. She is also the first person in this competition and has attracted countless concerned eyes. Especially those young disciples, although they were defeated by her, they were all convinced, and their hearts were filled with a little more admiration. When they saw her crying in a sad and sad voice, they immediately felt sympathy and wished they could immediately agree to it for their ancestor. .
Zhenzun Jiahe showed no expression on his face and said calmly:
"The collapse of Panxi Mountain was due to Cang Min's arrogance and greed, and he brought it upon himself. There were countless people who died in that battle, and most of them were caused by the destruction of the secret realm. I think you should know this, so why are you still searching for your hall? What was the cause of my sister’s death?”
"When I was young, I was cared for by my cousin, and I had a very close relationship with her," Liang Xiaoyu replied, "Now more than ten years have passed, and I feel sad every time I think about my cousin dying in a foreign land and her soul not being able to return to her hometown." , I can't do it myself. Therefore, I boldly asked the ancestor to take action to find out the whereabouts of my cousin and the location of her belongings, and send her back to Liang Kingdom for burial, so that all my disciples can miss her."
"Yes," Jiahe nodded, seeming to accept the explanation, and Liang Xiaoyu couldn't help but secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Just when she was relaxing, her ancestor's question suddenly sounded in her ears:
"I heard that several rare treasures were discovered during the collapse of Panxi Mountain. Could it be that your investigation of my cousin's whereabouts is related to those treasures?"
"This..." Liang Xiaoyu's mind was wandering, and he wanted to deny it. However, under the majesty of the ancestor of the God Transformation, he could not bring up the slightest disobedience, and immediately responded in a trembling voice: "The ancestor is aware of everything, and the disciple is ashamed. "
"What kind of treasure is it?" Jiahe asked.
"I don't know, disciple, but it should be a sixth-level magic weapon." Liang Xiaoyu answered honestly.
Under the high platform, the expressions of Liang Guo's envoys and deputy envoys suddenly became very ugly.
"Hehe." Jiahe snorted lightly, with a hint of hesitation on his face.
"You are so brave," Ji Tingjian scolded on the side: "The art of deduction is to pry into the secrets of the heaven and earth, and to seize the destiny of the heaven and the earth, more or less, there will be backlash from the heaven and the earth. The ancestor has not done this for a hundred years. I have used the technique of deduction, and the reason is that I am in awe and do not dare to offend the world."
"Besides, the more powerful the thing being deduced is, the greater the causal relationship will be, and the stronger the backlash will be. Sixth-level magic weapons are almost the highest level treasures in this world. If the ancestor forcibly deduces, the power of the backlash will be unparalleled. It is also the lifespan of a period of time. Where did you get the courage to let our ancestor break the precepts and shorten his lifespan? What is your intention?"
After this questioning, everyone in the Liang delegation in the audience changed their expressions, and Liang Xiaoyu on the stage was even more frightened to death.
However, the obsession I had held for many years finally came to the fore at this moment.
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(End of chapter)
