Miao Kuo Small Gathering

Since Duan Rong attained the Nascent Soul Realm, many changes had taken place within Taiyi Sect and among the sects of the Nine Provinces.

Below Lingji Master, there had originally been only ten great Nascent Soul Realm cultivators in the entire Nine Provinces World.

Duan Rong was now the eleventh.

The moment this chess piece of his was placed upon the board, the entire game changed in an instant.

And that was only the variable before them. Duan Rong had attained the Nascent Soul Realm at just over thirty. If he truly became a second Lingji Master and reached the Primal God Realm—

Then Taiyi Sect might become a second Dharma Appearance Sect.

Faced with such a variable, the upper echelons of the Nine Provinces sects were all stirred like surging tides.

Yet whether it was the changes throughout Taiyi Sect or the many shifts among the Nine Provinces sects, none of it seemed to have anything to do with Duan Rong. For more than a month, he had remained within the Lü Family Estate, enjoying a life of leisure. Aside from Zhu He occasionally calling upon him, no one else came to visit.

At the Old Ancestor's level, if the elders of the sect's various peaks had no business, they did not dare disturb him carelessly.

This day, Duan Rong sat idly beneath the Great Locust Tree in the courtyard.

His right hand was spread open. Faint rosy light swirled within his palm, and within that glow, an intricate, ancient character flowed and shifted.

This was the Seed Character Duan Rong had refined using his Nascent Soul true body.

Duan Rong was studying the intricate, ancient character when his brows suddenly furrowed. He raised his head to look toward the distant sky, and the rosy glow in his palm