Who Is More Beautiful, My Master or I?

Two Zao Xuan realm cultivators launched a surprise attack on the Cangwu Sect.

Two prodigies who represented the future pillars of the Cangwu Sect—one had been buried in the void, while the other had vanished into thin air.

On top of that, the fate of Thunder Venerable, himself a Zao Xuan realm cultivator, remained unknown.

No matter how one looked at it, there was no reason for the Cangwu Sect to widely publicize Kong Jiao's death.

Yet on the day of Kong Jiao's funeral procession, cultivators who had come to see him off packed the grounds outside the Cangwu Sect, creating an unprecedentedly grand spectacle.

It was only slightly less grand than Thunder Venerable's Ascension Gathering.

Among those attending the funeral were friends he had made throughout his journey.

Yuan Xiao of the Tempered Gold Gate, Han Honghua of the Mosheng Sect, Yue Qiaoling of Medicine King Valley, as well as the Life Dominion Realm cultivators from their respective sects.

There were also comrades who had fought alongside him in Emperor-Worship Ancient City.

They were all prodigies from the Four Seas and One Domain.

Of greatest stature among them were Bai Yuanqi, crown prince of Heavenly Qi, and the monk Cong Yun, Buddhist Son of Cloud Desert.

Even the Endless Sea cultivators temporarily residing in the Falling Mountain Range had all arrived.

Led by Ancestor Wuyuan, they had come specifically to see Kong Jiao off.

Only on this day did the cultivators of Wudong learn just how deep the connections of that youth known as the Immortal Daoist in the First Cloud Realm truly ran.

It was simply a pity. No matter how heaven-defying one's talent or how widespread one's friendships, it all came to nothing in the end.

There was not even a shred of Kong Jiao's flesh inside