Legend of the Great Saint-Chapter 1622 - Myriad
Chapter 1622 - Myriad
Yang Miaozhen could only say, “Miaozhen is forever indebted to master.”
The Qingyang Master’s face lit up, and he no longer tried to keep it a secret, finally telling them his objective of this trip—to merge the entire Qingyang temple into the Myriad sect.
All of the disciples were greatly startled, speaking up to persuade him otherwise.
Lingxiaozi objected vehemently. He was the first senior brother of the Qingyang temple. Whenever the Qingyang Master was out, he was responsible for the various affairs of the temple, both big and small, truly standing above dozens, only second to one. If the Qingyang temple merged with the Myriad sect, he would only be a formal disciple, belonging to the bottom of the hierarchy of disciples in the Myriad sect.
Then he glanced at Yang Miaozhen, and his heart ached. If the Qingyang temple really does merge with the Myriad sect, junior sister Miaozhen and that Li Qingshan will continue their relationship, while I’ll have to live at the mercy of him.
After learning about the Qingyang Master’s plans, Yang Miaozhen’s feelings became rather mixed. After going around in circles, am I still going to return to his side?
As for the reactions of his disciples, the Qingyang Master had been anticipating it all.
The Human realm and beyond the Nine Heavens possessed an extremely deep connection. Basically all of the grand sect masters of large sects were True Immortals up in the heavens, so the conflicts between sects was not even as intense as in the trichiliocosm, not only because the sect masters were all acquaintances, but also to avoid any unnecessary internal conflicts so that they could fend off the Demon domain’s expansions.
The battlefields in the Demon domain were extremely intense, far greater than any regular skirmishes between sects, but the responsibility of holding off the demonfolk basically all lay with the large sects. They did not force middle-sized and smaller sects into battle either. If these sects were not interested in making a contribution and did not proactively take part in the battle, they could completely pass off everything that happened in the distant lands as mere stories.
Under this situation, the middle-sized and smaller sects of the Human realm, as well as the independent cultivators, truly spent their days in peace.
Peace had gone on for too long. It would make people forget the looks of war, or even lose the ability to imagine war.
Even when they constantly mentioned phrases like “the daemon star of misfortune” and the “crisis of the world”, it did not feel realistic at all. They always felt like there would be stronger people to deal with this problem. The immortals and gods beyond the Nine Heavens would not simply sit still. Even the worst-case scenario to them was just relentless fighting.
The Qingyang Master said firmly, “I’ve already made up my mind, so say nothing more!” Then he sighed and said some other things, such as “You’re all too young, so you have no i…
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