"Completely open?"

"Yes."

There are ten seats for sword cultivators in the world, and the Lin Yuan Sword Sect holds seven of them. However, the remaining three seats have also studied at the Lin Yuan Sword Sect, so it can be said that the Lin Yuan Sword Sect is the holy land of sword cultivators.

And the Sword Tomb is where the sword souls of the sword cultivators who died at the Two Realms Pass reside. It not only holds the inheritance of the Sword Dao but also divine swords nurtured over thousands of years.

Not to mention sword cultivators below Immortals, even Sword Immortals covet the comprehensive sword cultivation inheritance it holds.

Now that it is completely open, it is obviously to benefit all sword cultivators.

Lu Jin'an was silent for a while, then stood up, tidying his clothes as he said, "Let's not wait for Nanzhi anymore, get ready to depart for the Lin Yuan Sword Sect."

This significant matter should be wrapped up.

"Junior Brother, aren't you going to wash up?" Qingyue followed his steps: "If not, I can help you wash…"

"I'll wash on the flying boat."

Lu Jin'an said as he turned to look at Dongfang Xinglan: "Are you going?"

"Yes." Dongfang Xinglan's voice was slightly hoarse, but he stood up and said, "There aren't many sword cultivators at Zhi Ge Peak."

"Hmm… Are you going?" Lu Jin'an looked at Qiu Qingtang again.

"Of course, I am following Young Master Lu. After all, I have a contribution to this, ~"

"Then get ready." Lu Jin'an said, looking at Zhiyu: "What about you?"

"Zhiyu wants to cultivate~"

"Good girl."

After ruffling Little Fish's hair for a while, Lu Jin'an sent a message to his master.

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Wandao Sect, Zhi Ge Peak.

After Zheng Dongliu agreed to let him stay temporarily, Jun Bingquan came here, watching the simple martial meeting organized by Lu Jin'an.

The strength of the Human Clan indeed grows stronger year by year, coupled with the great victory at the Two Realms Pass; therefore, the spirit of every cultivator is more vigorous than before.

But Jun Bingquan knew in his heart that the real reason for all this was not Lu Jin'an, but Zheng Dongliu.

If Zheng Dongliu were only powerful, it wouldn't have maintained the Human Clan's cohesion to this day.

That elder has virtues far greater than his strength.

Jun Bingquan withdrew his gaze and said to Ji Wenchang beside him, "Your sect is indeed full of talents."

Ji Wenchang said calmly, "Just like the Dragon Clan once was, the Human Clan will soon become the noonday sun."

Saying this, he withdrew his gaze from Taichu Peak: "The Spirit Clan of the North may not support you anymore."

Jun Bingquan smiled, "Deputy Sect Master Ji's tone is indeed much larger than before."

Ji Wenchang said nonchalantly, "When you leave the Wandao Sect, the next time we meet, it will be a matter of life and death."

Jun Bingquan nodded, "I don't deny that, but the balance of victory will not tilt towards your Human Clan...

Do you think that the rise of the Dragon Clan took how many years, and with just the few thousand years of history of the Human Clan, can it support the title of Cloud Peak Master?"

With his hands behind his back, Jun Bingquan looked at Ji Wenchang, "Grand Sect Master Zheng's end is near, and Saint Heir Lu will inevitably ascend to Outer Heaven in the future. Then, with just you people, can you stand firm?"

"You're such a good dragon," Ji Wenchang said with a smile, "You already know our Saint Heir will kill Zhu Tianqi in the future, not bad, not bad."

Is that the focus here?

Jun Bingquan felt that Ji Wenchang's personality had changed somewhat; he used to be very rigid.

But perhaps this was his opportunity to enter Divine Concealment…

However, Jun Bingquan wasn't really afraid of the Divine Concealment Ji Wenchang. After all, Ji Wenchang never practiced body refinement; relying solely on Daoist skills to kill a late-stage Dragon Emperor would be strenuous.

The strength of the Dragon Clan lies precisely in this; their robust physique makes the probability of fighting across tiers much higher than that of the Human Clan.

"By the way, you really don't need to stay here." Ji Wenchang continued, "That little guy won't go back with you."

"She will." Jun Bingquan's voice carried undeniable confidence, "It's a fact ordained by fate."

Ordained by fate?

Ji Wenchang pondered the meaning of these two words; could the Dragon Clan have a way to manipulate the Heavenly Dao to some extent?

It's not impossible...

The possession plans of the Upper Realm on the Lower Realm have already bypassed the Heavenly Dao. Otherwise, given the rules of Yunding's Heavenly Dao, how could the Upper Realm have shown no signs of decline when doing such things that harm the balance?

So... is it related to this method?

Ji Wenchang thought about sharing this with the Sect Master later; Jun Bingquan also didn't say more at this point, turning and walking down the mountain.

He still had to meet some people.

Ji Wenchang withdrew his gaze, pondering while heading towards Taiyi Peak.

But for the first time, he didn't enter the main hall of Taiyi Hall; instead, he reported through the closed door.

After a long time, the voice of Zheng Dongliu finally came from inside, "Let Mo Yun Pavilion keep an eye on it, but there's another matter for you to ponder."

"Although the martial meeting held with the Lin Yuan Sword Sect last year ended perfectly, the rankings and inheritance rewards from the Sword Cultivation Ceremony have not yet been released; it should be around this time. Keep an eye on it."

"Understood."

"Cough... also, in the future, report directly to Jin'an about these matters, so as not to disturb me here... it's hard for this old man to rest, your master is in Divine Concealment, and you can spare me some worries, ah."

"Disciple understands."

Ji Wenchang made a bow, silently chastising himself a few times, then hurriedly withdrew.

In the main hall of Taiyi Hall.

Zheng Dongliu, sitting cross-legged on the meditation mat, moved his virtual gripping right hand away from his mouth and looked expressionlessly at the light cluster in front of him.

"You came earlier than I expected."

"Your persistence was also beyond my expectations."

The voice from the light cluster shared some similarities with Zheng Dongliu: "It's been so long; you should have returned."

"I'm just old, not dead yet," Zheng Dongliu said calmly, "You came too early."

"It appears so, but..." the light shadow chuckled softly, "You worked tirelessly for the Human Clan your entire life, and now you're in this kind of situation, while the heir you've waited for all your life is infatuated with a Fox Demon from Qingqiu...

It's exactly the opposite of your situation; don't you find it sad?"

"Sad?" Zheng Dongliu stroked his beard, "You're also old, coupled with being in Outer Heaven, shouldn't you understand better than I?

This old man wore himself out to let the future generations enjoy a good life. Now that they indeed are, I feel gratified instead."

"You should also be aiming for this, though it's for the Upper Realm's descendants, but ultimately it's the same. Or is it... that you've already betrayed in Outer Heaven?"

"Zheng Dongliu, don't think I'm so despicable; you have your reasoning, and I have my Dao. You haven't been to Outer Heaven, so you don't know its situation. Looking at the progress of the entire Human Clan, it's not feasible at this stage..."

Without waiting for the other party to finish, Zheng Dongliu directly interrupted, "If the sky falls, there's you to hold it up. There hasn't been a problem for so many years, that's enough."

Pausing, the old man said sincerely, "In this regard, I admire you and thank you."

The light shadow remained silent for a while. If anyone else had said this, he would definitely have thought it was sarcasm. But from Zheng Dongliu's mouth...

It certainly wasn't sarcasm.

"In any case, your vision is limited," the light shadow said quietly, "The next time we meet, it'll be your death... from birth, your fate was inescapable because you are me."

Zheng Dongliu calmly said, "My persistence won't change; your limits have already been set. No matter how much you let the Upper Realm suck the Lower Realm dry, it's to no avail; looking at the whole world, there's only a slim chance.

Moreover, although your Dao hasn't changed, your descendants don't think the same way."

"Just as you said, let the future generations enjoy a good life."

"But you're only thinking of your own descendants, and if you're really confident, why would you have to let your trash possess the talent of the Lower Realm?"

"This, talk about it when you can defeat the Upper Realm."

The light shadow slowly dissipated, "All these years, aside from you and Lu Jin'an, this old and young, who else can carry the banner of the Lower Realm Human Clan?

Zheng Dongliu, next time it will be me personally coming over."

Watching the disappearing light shadow, Zheng Dongliu coughed softly and closed his eyes, silently for a long time before snorting coldly.

"I am not you..."

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Meanwhile, in the Chang'an Domain, at the entrance from the Upper Realm descending.

Dozens of Sword Immortals clad in the standard robes of the Lin Yuan Sword Sect walked in unison.

"According to the rules, starting today, it's our Lin Yuan Sword Sect's turn for rotation. Fellow Daoists, thank you for your hard work during this period."

The Deputy Sect Master of Lin Yuan Sword Sect, Wan Hui, gave a sword salute while taking out the token for the rotation.

After the others left, Wan Hui looked at the entrance, a sharp gleam flashing in his eyes.

"Lin Yuan Sword Sect awaits the Upper Realm Sword Immortals."

One by one, Sword Immortals soared out on their swords.

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