Jieqing Sect.
Clouds churned across the heavens.
As Jie Wuya's figure slowly emerged, the disciples in the plaza stopped their hushed discussions. All of them raised their heads and looked toward the sky.
To them, that figure was Jieqing Sect's greatest source of confidence.
But at this very moment.
This pillar of Jieqing Sect seemed somewhat weary and lacking in strength.
Jie Wuya silently looked at the faces below. His lips parted slightly, yet his throat felt dry, and for a long while, he could not utter a single word.
For some, entering a Dao Sect might be nothing worth mentioning.
But for the vast majority of living beings, they were the finest uncut jade in this world.
Only after enduring countless hardships had they finally earned the right to stand in this plaza.
Given enough time, some might be trapped at the Chessmaster Realm, while others might attain the Painting Realm.
But in the end, they would become the unending sparks carrying on Jieqing Sect's legacy.
But now.
He, Jie Wuya, had to personally tell them to follow him to their deaths...
It seemed the disciples sensed the struggle in Jie Wuya's eyes.
The initially lost and bewildered disciples slowly grew solemn.
No one was a fool.
The commotion outside from Cloud-Dream Palace was so great, and their sect master wore such an expression now.
Nothing needed to be said.
On the high platform, Elder Taizhen looked at Jie Wuya's appearance, and a trace of reluctance flashed through his eyes.
He stepped forward and said heavily, "Sect Master, if it is difficult for you to speak, let this old man say it..."
Jie Wuya shook his head and raised a hand to stop Elder Taizhen.
Then he took a deep breath, straightened his back, and forcefully suppressed all his