Fortune of the Mystic Sect

In the blink of an eye, a hundred years had passed.

Now, within the Jie Sect, whether direct disciples or outer disciples, all had gathered together.

The focus of all those interwoven gazes was Duobao, the Jie Sect's chief disciple.

Duobao knelt on both knees before Biyou Palace and bowed three times, kowtowing nine times. "This disciple Duobao humbly asks Master to appear."

Within Biyou Palace, Dao rhythms intertwined and Fortune converged, transforming into Tongtian's phantom. Tongtian appeared, the Green Peace Sword upon his back, treading auspicious clouds as he emerged before countless Jie Sect disciples.

At that moment, every Jie Sect disciple paid homage. Many outer disciples of the Jie Sect were also seeing Tongtian's incarnation for the first time.

Tongtian stroked his beard and gazed at the vast Jie Sect and its countless disciples. "Rise..."

The many disciples rose, each radiating the Jie Sect's aura as they respectfully looked toward Tongtian.

At that moment, Tongtian felt proud. This was his Jie Sect. Yet he also knew what Duobao intended to do today, and his heart could not help but feel somewhat sorrowful.

Tongtian looked at Duobao. "My disciple Duobao, have you truly decided?"

Duobao knelt upon the ground and spoke earnestly. "Master... This disciple Duobao has served beneath Master ever since taking form. Only through the good fortune of receiving Master's teachings have I attained my cultivation and all that I possess today. Everything this disciple has was bestowed by Master. This disciple should have followed and honored Master through all eternity. Yet now, this disciple is retreating. This disciple will leave Master, leave the Jie Sect, and travel through the Primordial World to establish my own sect and spread my own beliefs. I beg Master to grant permission..."

Upon hearing this, sorrow appeared on Tongtian's face as