Three Lives Altar

Li Rui flew out of the imperial palace.

He took Liu Tiezhu and Wang Zhao aboard a Flying Boat and headed south.

Before long,

they arrived at the foot of the Ten Thousand Mountains.

This was the Lower Sect's mountain gate site that Li Rui had chosen long ago.

This way,

of his five disciples, two would be in the Ten Thousand Mountains, two in the capital, and one in Cloud Province. With each managing their own affairs, they could blend together and keep one another in check.

At the very least, there would be no cause for concern for two thousand years.

As for anything beyond that, it was no longer something Li Rui needed to consider.

"So this is our mountain gate?"

Liu Tiezhu spoke with some excitement.

Wang Zhao also revealed a rare look of exhilaration.

When had they ever imagined that they would become part of a group founding a sect?

"Mm."

Li Rui nodded.

One important reason he had agreed to establish a Lower Sect was to conceal the fact that the Immortal Tomb had already acknowledged him as its master. Moreover, the Ten Thousand Mountains had once been home to an immortal sect in ancient times. Their predecessors' judgment could not have been poor, so choosing the Ten Thousand Mountains had been inevitable.

Wang Zhao asked, "Master, what will our immortal sect be called?"

"Dao Seeking Sect."

Seek the Dao, seek longevity.

Li Rui had cultivated for over three hundred years. What he sought was not power, but longevity.

Yet the words "longevity" carried too much weight, and the karmic burden was too great.

It was said that

the Immortal Cultivation World had once produced a Dao Sect and a Sword Sect, but in the end, neither could bear the weight of their names,