Taixuan Sect

Taixuan Sect.

This is an incredibly ancient power, housing one hundred and eight main peaks, each representing one hundred and eight powerful legacies.

In the past, when the Taixuan Sect was at its peak, it ranked among the top one hundred powers in the Eastern Wasteland. Although it has declined in recent years, it remains a massive force, possessing Great Experts to suppress its gates.

Today is the day the Taixuan Sect recruits disciples. Countless cultivators have traveled over mountains and through rivers to arrive here, hoping to join this great power and receive the transmission of true scriptures.

"Little brat, it is said that there is a supreme legacy on Zhuo Peak, no less than our Ji Family's Great Void Art. Let's go over there and take a look."

The purple-clad girl with bright, lively eyes tugged at a youth of about fifteen, heading toward a main peak that looked primitive and natural, standing a head shorter than the surrounding secondary peaks.

"Stronger than the Great Void Art?"

Ye Fan was startled.

In his view, while the Taixuan Sect is strong, how could it compare to the legacy of a great power like the ancient Ji Family? That was a forbidden secret art passed down by the Void Emperor.

"Not stronger than the Great Void Art! It is on par with the Great Void Art!"

Ji Ziyue was so angry she nearly coughed up blood.

This little brat has no filter.

If not for this lady's kind heart, had it been any other member of the Ji Family, they would have already hacked you into eight pieces and thrown you to the dogs for belittling the Great Void Art like that.

But considering he had saved her life, she patiently explained:

"The strongest cultivation techniques in the Eastern Wasteland are the supreme Dao Scriptures of our Ji Family, the Jiang Family, and Yaochi. As for the Dao Scripture, that ancient human scripture, it has long been scattered and lost."

"Beyond those, there is a set of scriptures known as the Nine Secrets. It only records nine secret arts that can be called immortal techniques, yet they are as famous as the ancient scriptures."

"The legacy of Zhuo Peak is one of the Nine Secrets. It can make a cultivator's combat power skyrocket several times over... but at best, it is only on par with the Great Void Art..."

"That is terrifying."

Ye Fan was shaken to his core.

To make a person's combat power skyrocket several times over—what kind of shocking secret art is this? If Zhuo Peak possesses such a technique, why has it declined?

After he voiced his question, he received a roll of the eyes from Ji Ziyue:

"There is no strongest secret art, only the strongest cultivator."

"If practicing the strongest method could make one the strongest cultivator, wouldn't all of us in the Ji Family be at the Great Emperor realm?"

"Five hundred years ago, when the Master of Zhuo Peak was still alive, the peak was not as desolate as it is now. But after he and the Supreme Elder of Yaoguang fought and both perished, the legacy of Zhuo Peak went into hiding, which is why no one pays attention to this main peak anymore..."

Just as Ji Ziyue was educating Ye Fan, Fang Yang, holding the Snake Talisman and concealing his form, was already standing on the summit of Zhuo Peak, observing the mountain that held the Natural Dao and the Jie Secret from above.

"It is not yet time."

His black eyes were as deep as pools; he realized the legacy of Zhuo Peak had not yet awakened.

However, since Ye Fan had already arrived, he figured it would not be long before he saw the Natural Dao and the Jie Secret.

Thinking of this, Fang Yang did not act recklessly just because he had the Snake Talisman.

Instead, he landed on a secondary peak of Zhuo Peak, found a clean rock to sit on, and silently contemplated the Sun Emperor Fist while waiting for the legacy of Zhuo Peak to open.

The moon rose and the sun set; the sun rose and the moon set.

Ye Fan hid his Sacred Body constitution, disguised himself as someone with mediocre talent, and successfully joined Zhuo Peak.

As for Ji Ziyue, she exposed her extraordinary talent and was dragged away to Star Peak by a Star Peak elder, who used the excuse that the legacy of Zhuo Peak was not apparent and could not properly teach such a gifted disciple.

During this time, because Ye Fan was barbecuing on Zhuo Peak, he came into conflict with Star Peak disciples, leading to wave after wave of cultivators coming to cause trouble.

Finally, facing a group of Star Peak disciples led by a Dao Palace Realm cultivator, even someone as good-tempered as Li Ruoyu flared with a bit of anger. He handed the Zhuo Peak treasure, the Zhuo Bow, to Ye Fan to repel the enemies.

Ye Fan drew the bow and nocked an arrow. One of the nine pitch-black crows on Zhuo Peak transformed into an arrow, emitting an aura as vast as the abyss and the sea, locking onto the distant Star Peak disciples.

The Star Peak disciples felt as if they were facing a great enemy and scattered like birds and beasts, the warning of death lingering in their hearts.

"The spirit of the Zhuo Bow?"

Fang Yang opened his Dharma eyes, the Primordial Sacred Light within them piercing through the void. He did not pay attention to the ensuing conflict, focusing instead on the remaining eight crows on Zhuo Peak.

Zhuo Peak is not simple. Compared to the brilliant and dazzling Star Peak, this unassuming main peak seems more like the true foundation of the Taixuan Sect.

Not every weapon is qualified to give birth to a spirit.

"The founder who established Zhuo Peak was at least a Saint, and even a Great Saint would not be surprising."

During this time, Fang Yang had used the Bodhi Leaf to contemplate Zhuo Peak, but his gains were minimal.

The entire peak felt like an ordinary mountain, its heaven and earth energy perfectly integrated, leaving no flaws for him to discern the hidden legacy within.

Only at this moment, with the Zhuo Bow reappearing in the world and the crow spirit transforming into an arrow, did he perceive the faint traces of the Natural Dao.

Fang Yang seized this opportunity, diving into the Dao intent within Zhuo Peak. As if he had become a stone on the mountain, he arrived in another world.

Seeing the mountain, it is not a mountain.

Seeing the mountain, it is still a mountain.

A portion of the essence of the Natural Dao opened its gates to Fang Yang, and he absorbed it thirstily.

Even without catching a glimpse of the Jie Secret, the Great Dao of Nature itself evolved from it, and could increase the trigger probability of the Jie Secret.

Therefore, Fang Yang did not feel discouraged; he seized the opportunity to immerse himself in comprehending this portion of the Great Dao of Nature.

On the other side, with the arrival of the Star Peak elder, Ye Fan ultimately failed to loose an arrow from the Zhuo Bow.

"Senior, has the inheritance of Zhuo Peak finally seen the light of day again?"

Ye Fan held the Zhuo Bow in his hand and asked.

This Zhuo Bow was far too extraordinary; its surface looked moth-eaten, yet it actually possessed infinite divine power. The fact that he could hold it at his current cultivation level and send Dao Palace Realm cultivators fleeing in all directions was proof enough of its might.

With such a precious treasure of Zhuo Peak appearing in the world, he wondered if the long-dormant inheritance had also emerged, only to be hidden away by Li Ruoyu without any fanfare.

"It is still lacking a little."

Li Ruoyu took the Zhuo Bow from Ye Fan's hands, walked to the Nine-Step Heavenly Staircase on Zhuo Peak, and placed this supreme treasure of Zhuo Peak upon it.

In an instant, flames surged, enveloping the ancient and simple Zhuo Bow.

On the steps paved with jade, chains of divine laws emerged, flickering in and out of existence, though it was unclear what kind of transformation was taking place.

"Legend has it that the Zhuo Bow is the key to unlocking the inheritance of Zhuo Peak, though I know not if it is true."

Li Ruoyu watched as the Zhuo Bow was consumed by the flames until it merged into the jade steps, his heart devoid of any agitation.

Zhuo Peak had been silent for too long.

Even some ordinary disciples from Star Peak dared to come knocking at their door at will to bully the disciples of Zhuo Peak.

Having guarded Zhuo Peak bitterly for so many years, how could he truly be as calm as still water when facing arrogant juniors who disrespected their elders? He was, at most, merely more composed than the average person.