Five days later, before dawn.
In front of the mountain gate of the Azure Profound Sect, over a hundred carriages were already lined up like a long dragon, slowly driving out of the gates.
Around the carriages, Azure Profound Sect disciples carried bundles on their backs and marched in columns, everyone's heart filled with bewilderment as no one spoke.
Before the mountain gate, Gu Changqing turned back to look at this mountain gate where he had lived for over a hundred years, remained silent for a long time, withdrew his gaze, and said in a deep voice.
"Set off."
In front of the mountain gate of the Vajra Temple.
Thousands of monks carried bundles on their backs, lined up in columns, and stood before the temple gates.
Abbot Ku Du twirled the Bodhi Prayer Beads in his hand, his gaze sweeping across the towering Great Mahavira Hall, the Scripture Pavilion, and the bell tower behind him.
Supreme Elder Huiming stood beside him, sighed, and said:
"Let us go. As long as Buddhist teachings remain, where is not the Vajra Temple?"
Ku Du withdrew his gaze, brought his palms together, chanted a low Buddhist name, and stepped out first.
The monks followed closely behind, their footsteps steady and even, without a single sound of commotion.
The Nether Pavilion.
Over a hundred carriages lined up like a long dragon drove out from the gates, and black flags bearing the dark flame patterns of the Nether Pavilion fluttered heavily in the autumn wind.
"I never expected that the foundation built by the Nether Pavilion over several centuries would not be destroyed at the hands of the Azure Profound Sect, but instead ruined at the hands of the unrelated Profound Heaven Sect."
Ling Wuyuan stood before the sect gates and spoke after