After transferring through a Teleportation Formation along the way, then flying at full Nascent Soul Realm speed, Liu Yu saw the Primordial Yang Sect's mountain gates in the distance after only about six hours.
He summoned the sect elders and personally issued one order after another to maintain the sect's stability.
As he became its sole patriarch, the Qing Yang branch's influence rose with the tide.
Skipping centuries or even a millennium of accumulation, it leaped to stand alongside the Three Great Factions, even clearly overshadowing them as it gradually became the new center of power.
When one man attained the Dao, even his chickens and dogs ascended to heaven!
Now, Liu Yu's trusted followers held the sect's power firmly in their hands, while the Three Great Factions had sensibly relinquished key positions.
Under these circumstances, the sect as a whole was naturally very stable.
In the solemn, classical hall, a black-robed cultivator sat casually upon the great seat above eighteen steps, speaking slowly.
His calm, authoritative voice carried throughout the hall.
Below him, more than a dozen Golden Core Elders stood with their hands lowered, quietly listening to their patriarch's orders and admonitions.
"If there is nothing else, you may withdraw."
After making all the arrangements, Liu Yu waved a hand casually.
He held both rightful authority and the greatest strength, and trusted followers from the Qing Yang branch occupied every level.
Although he had only led the sect for a short time, with proper arrangements, even an absence of several decades would cause no trouble. He trusted that no melodramatic twists would unfold.
"Yes. We disciples take our leave."
Bowing with cupped hands, the Golden Core Elders respectfully acknowledged his command, then slowly left the hall.
After leaving, most of the elders gathered around Jiang Qiushui and Yan