The northern part of Tingjian Prefecture and the southern part of Chiyang Prefecture.
Where the two states meet, there is a deserted mountain.
In the summer, light clouds and mist rise among the mountains here, lingering endlessly, covering the mountains that were originally clearly visible.
Occasionally there are pedestrians passing by on the road, looking at the mountains covered by clouds and mist, admiring them. Although they are amazed in their hearts, they will not stop to find out.
The mountains here are inaccessible, and there must be many dangers in them. In addition, the sudden clouds and mist can pass through this place. Most of them are traveling businessmen, and they are well-informed. They all doubt in their hearts that the lingering clouds and mist may be the miasma in the forest. It is true. The danger is uncertain.
And just above the clouds that mortals can't see, there are often streams of light passing across the sky.
On the top of the mountains here, among the clouds and mist, several figures have stopped.
Standing first, blowing the wind in the sky, are three figures.
A one-armed man with vicissitudes of life, a solemn middle-aged man on the other, and a young man in red.
"Every time, the three of us arrive first. The people from these five major sects just love to show off." The young man in red looked at the handsome man, and when he opened his mouth, there was a gloomy look on his face.
This person is the ancestor of one of the several sects besides the five major sects that is qualified to enter the ancient battlefield. He is known as Zhenjun Fengting.
He is a monk in the early stage of Nascent Soul.
The one-armed man looked at the young man in red expressionlessly, and his eyes continued to fall on the rolling sea of clouds. It seemed that this sea of clouds was very beautiful, and he had no intention of speaking at all.
This one-armed man is the Nascent Soul True Lord of the Rogue Cultivator Alliance. He calls himself the One-Armed Guest and does not like to call himself the True Lord.
Loose cultivators are inherently loose, and even if there is an alliance, they are mostly free to follow their own whims. There are not many Nascent Soul Lords among them who can be found, and those who can be called out are even rarer, and each has a unique temperament.
Although the one-armed guest is the Nascent Soul Lord who leads the rogue cultivator alliance this time, he does not know the rogue cultivators he brought with him. There was no big exchange, so I felt like I had nothing to say.
Therefore, the casual cultivators were the first to arrive, but they never said a word.
The remaining one, Duan Su, a middle-aged man, is the Nascent Soul True Lord, Qingling True Lord, who was elected by several major families in the Eastern Continent.
This True Lord of Qingling has the most upright and serious temperament, but as the ancestor of an aristocratic family, True Lord Qingling is also diplomatic.
Hearing this, he actually paid attention to Zhenjun Fengting, but what he said was Tai Chi, and he laughed and said, "Fellow Taoist Fengting, don't be anxious. After all, the five major sects have big businesses, so traveling is really troublesome, not to mention , there are still three days left before the agreed time, so there is no rush. To be honest, I waited too early."
Zhenjun Fengting squinted his eyes and glanced sideways at Zhenjun Qingling who was smiling calmly. A sneer escaped from the corner of his mouth and he snorted, "That's nice to say, but who doesn't start early? What's more, here is The intersection between Chiyang Daozong and Jianzhai doesn't even include the boundaries of their respective states. These two families came so late, huh."
Although True Lord Qingling knew this, he did not reveal it. Instead, he smiled and said, "Perhaps it is because we are so close that we left late and arrived late."
"Humph!" Zhenjun Fengting's fair face seemed to have something to say, but the next moment, the faces of the three Yuanying Zhenjun changed at the same time, and they looked above the clouds.
The colorful clouds and blue moon surround the spirit boat.
The Yuexia Spirit Boat from the Floating Palace came through the clouds and the clouds. The huge spirit boat exuded a glittering color, and its whole body was made of glass. Under the spirit boat, there were rippling blue waves, and the blue waves were undulating, as if they were riding the wind and breaking the waves.
At the top of the spirit boat, there is a huge spiritual stone standing, and the silvery white light is scattered bit by bit, like a bright moon hanging high, covering the glass spirit boat with a layer of moonlight gauze.
The spirit boat rides on the waves, covered with moonlight, extremely dazzling and beautiful.
Suspended quietly in mid-air over the mountains, a ray of colorful clouds suddenly extended from the spirit boat, like a rainbow bridge, connecting the spirit boat to the mountains and plains.
Then, a figure flew down first. It had never set foot on the colorful rainbow bridge, but its whole body was emitting a green aura and landed in front of several Nascent Soul True Lords.
At the same time, on the Hongqiao, there were disciples wearing light blue floating palace robes stepping on the colorful clouds.
"Fellow Taoists, I have been waiting for a long time. I am floating in the clear water of the palace." The woman in aqua blue palace clothes is delicate and graceful, her eyebrows are as gentle as water, and there is a smile on her lips and eyes, and she says in a soft voice.
True to his name, this True Lord Bishui seemed to be a man as watery as water.
However, few of the monks who could cultivate to the Nascent Soul were obsessed with beauty. They looked at the True Lord Bishui, who had watery features and eyes, but remained calm.
The one-armed man was still looking at the sea of clouds, not even the wind in the corner of his eyes moved.
True Lord Fengting was dissatisfied with the five major sects, but he didn't want to pay attention to them.
Only Zhenjun Qingling, although he was not fascinated by women and had no resentment against the five major sects, he still nodded to show his kindness, "You are so polite, fellow Taoist Bishui. In Xia Qingling, these two fellow Taoists are respectively True Lord Fengting, and fellow Taoist one-armed guest."
True Lord Bishui didn't care much about the attitude of these people. He still had a watery smile on his face and nodded with a slight smile.
Seeing that no one seemed to have the desire to say hello, he followed suit and stood still. When all the disciples got off the spirit boat, he rolled up his sleeves and robes and put away the spirit boat.
Then, he followed several Yuanying monks and looked at the clouds in a daze.
However, before True Monarch Bishui was in a daze, there was movement again in the sea of clouds.
There is a fly whisk, as white as a cloud, as big as a giant cart, on which four people are sitting casually, as if they are above the clouds, and sitting on the clouds.
The whisk was neither hurried nor slow, neither impatient nor impetuous. It seemed slow, but it suddenly reached the top of the mountains here.
Sitting at the front of the whisk is an old man with white eyebrows. His long eyebrows are all white, hanging from his eyebrows to his feet, which is very conspicuous.
The old man with white eyebrows has a kind face and a leisurely demeanor.
The white-browed old man from Qianji Pavilion.
There is no master of Qianji Pavilion, but there is Old Man Qianji.
The person in charge of Qianji Pavilion of each generation is called Old Man Qianji.
This old man with white eyebrows is the younger brother of the contemporary old man Qianji, a monk in the middle stage of Nascent Soul.
Putting away their fly whisks, the three Qianji Pavilion disciples behind the white-browed old man were dressed in white robes that were spotless and as soft as clouds. They all looked at the void with pale expressions, seemingly uninterested in everything around them.
The youngest one among them, his eyes were wandering unconsciously, and he seemed to be somewhat popular.
Yes, the biggest characteristic of the disciples of Qianji Pavilion is that they are full of immortal energy. Even among monks, they are very immortal.
This kind of lively thing is very conspicuous.
After casually dismissing the three disciples behind him, the old man with white eyebrows also joined the group watching the sea of clouds.
This time, the white-browed old man did not need to introduce himself. The Nascent Soul Lords who were already present all recognized who this person was.
In other words, for the people of Qianji Pavilion, there is no one who would not recognize all the Nascent Soul Lords in the Eastern Continent.
