Chapter 003
Chapter 003
The giant eagle landed on the ninth floor of Qingtian Cliff.
The ninth floor is a huge courtyard, in which live elders with higher cultivation levels, who are also guards of the Holy Land.
Seeing the person coming, the guard at the door quickly cupped his fists, "Uncle Patriarch." Then he backed away and pushed open the door.
The four went in, Shangguan Ye and the two children stayed first, and he went up to the top of Qingtian Cliff alone, after all, he was the only one who could pass through the restriction.
The top of Qingtian Cliff is actually a dense forest, which is extremely rich in spiritual energy. It is a holy place for cultivation, and it is also the place where Qiu Qianxing usually cultivates.
The only thing that stands out here is the towering stone tablet in the middle.
There is no trace of carving on the stone tablet, it is as smooth as a mirror, and under the sunlight, it looks like a god standing upright from a distance.
Murong Qiufeng walked under the stone tablet, stretched out his fingers, a small opening appeared, and blood beads rolled and dripped onto the stone seat.
Then the light surged on the stele, and then some words gradually emerged, as if someone was writing on it.
This stele is the Teleportation Stone, a rare treasure in the realm of comprehension, but such a stone is more useful for some big families, because its function is only for teleportation, just because it does not limit any plane.
Many cultivation families in the Nine Realms Continent will send people to look for seedlings in the human world of various planes, and they will use this as a communication.
Murong Qiufeng looked at the content above, and was still a little confused at first, but when he kept reading, his expression changed slightly in the middle, from surprise, bewilderment, to seriousness.
When the last word fell, he frowned when he looked at the large text on the stone tablet, and read it carefully again, his expression became more serious.
If this is true, then...
But it's impossible for Master to make such a joke!
When Shangguan Ye saw Murong Qiufeng came back, his expression seemed a little strange, and he immediately frowned, walked up, and held his hand, "What's wrong? Did something happen?"
Murong Qiufeng turned to look at him, opened his mouth, but seeing that there were two children still there, he didn't say anything, "I'll tell you later, you send the two children back first, I have something to discuss with the elders. "
Seeing Murong Qiufeng's serious expression, Shangguan Ye knew the importance, nodded, greeted the two children and left.
Although Murong Nian was reluctant to give up, he was not an ignorant child, he could feel that his father had important things to do, so he had no choice but to leave.
Murong Qiufeng stood in the hall, took a deep breath, and then rang the sky bell.
Hearing the sound of the sky bell from a distance, Shangguan Ye, who was above the giant eagle, frowned and his eyes became serious.
The Qingtian bell is the warning bell of the Qingtian sect, and when it rings, it is passed on to the elders to discuss matters.
When the bell rang, several old men who guarded the Holy Land broke away from their respective cultivation, and before arriving for a while, high-level representatives from other institutes also rode over.
For Murong Qiufeng, they didn't despise or disrespect him because of his youth. After all, he was higher than them no matter in terms of seniority or talent.
When everyone arrived, Murong Qiufeng finally got down to business.
What was said in detail, except for the person discussing the matter, the rest of the people don't know, only know that the elders who went to discuss the matter came back with a dignified look, and then the master sent a message that there will be a martial arts competition in the sect ten days later, and the top ten outstanding disciples You can enter the Holy Land to practice.
This news immediately shocked the whole sect and inspired all the disciples.
"Calamity?" After listening to Murong Qiufeng's explanation, Shangguan Ye frowned deeply, "How to say specifically?"
"I don't know about this either. Master just said that this continent will go through a catastrophe. The time cannot be determined yet, but it should be within ten years."
It is the calamity of the mainland, not the calamity of an individual, nor the calamity of a dynasty.
With such a large scope, what is the so-called calamity, natural disasters and man-made disasters?Will this continent disappear, or will this continent become turbulent again?Or will disasters happen to everyone on this continent?
That's a wide range of possible guesses.
But no matter which one it is, it will definitely have a bad ending, "Then the sudden sect competition, the selection of elite disciples is the Qingtian faction going to withdraw?"
Shangguan Ye knows Murong Qiufeng well. If the mainland is really going to be in disaster, it is absolutely impossible for him to let it go. Not to mention that there are too many people related to them here, and because this is their native home. .
Even he, a person with weak feelings, would be more or less worried about this continent, let alone him.
But if the Optimus Sect wants to withdraw, as a disciple of the Optimus Sect, he has to transfer, which will put him in a dilemma, and he doesn't want to cause him any trouble or embarrassment.
"No, it's not clear yet, but master probably didn't mean it that way. Master just asked me to select a hundred disciples with relatively high cultivation talents to enter the Holy Land within four months, and prepare to transfer to the Nine Realms Continent for training. The news about the sect makes them do the same, I am afraid that Master has another way."
"Well, there are about three possibilities. Either select these people to transfer and abandon the mainland, or train this group of people to prevent the disaster from happening. The last possibility is that this group of people may be the savior in the disaster, for example, to resist foreign enemies?" Shangguan Ye's mind turned back and forth in an instant, he thought much more.
Murong Qiufeng also understood somewhat. There are regulations in the world of comprehension that practitioners are not allowed to meddle in the affairs of the secular world at will. If the master chooses these people to participate in the catastrophe of the mainland, then two points should be eliminated, man-made wars and natural disasters. Could it be demonic cholera or...foreign enemy invasion?
He knows that this world is not limited to this continent, and there are many continents across the sea where humans also exist.
He may not have believed in ghosts and gods before, but since entering cultivation, he has firmly believed in them.
It seems that they have to prepare themselves.
The two looked up at each other, thinking about something tacitly.
"But we have to wait for Mr. Qiu to explain first. Did you say when you will come?"
"No, but the master said that if we want to go there, we can go there at any time. Why don't we go there after the first competition is over in ten days. We must always ask carefully."
"Alright." Shangguan Ye nodded, and then squeezed his palm as a comfort, "Don't worry, since the problem can be solved, it's not a problem."
Maybe it was because he was too reliable. Murong Qiufeng's uneasy heart really calmed down a little, and then he sighed, "Fortunately, although Nian'er's cultivation level is low, he can still be regarded as a Daoist. If it is really dangerous in the future, it can Send him to the Nine Realms Continent temporarily, but other people..."
Shangguan Ye knew what he was thinking, just sighed, and put his arms around his shoulders, "Don't worry, since you can't walk, then improve your ability, even if you can't defend yourself, you must at least be able to protect yourself."
Not everyone can embark on the path of cultivation. Nian'er was able to enter the path of cultivation because he was irrigated with exotic flowers and plants since he was a child due to his frailty at birth, which almost changed his physique and bones. It will give him the talent for cultivation.
But there are no others, and they are all too old to miss the best time to practice.
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