The seawater gradually rose, and the moon hanging on the distant horizon seemed a little lower.
The monkeys shrieked in the woods, throwing coconuts incessantly, but failed to hit many stones.
The tide pushed the coconuts and leftover shells into greater disarray. There was no telling what numbers they would become, or how many days remained.
"When I ascended, the Zhongzhou Sect didn't exist yet, and Yunmeng Mountain's spirit veins were still in utter chaos. The Qilin and Azure Dragon each ruled their own territory. I couldn't be bothered with them, and they didn't dare so much as glance south."
The Green Mountain Patriarch sat behind the beach, his two withered calves buried in the sand. Leaning back slightly, he said, "I only learned about what happened afterward much later."
The island's beach had baked in the sun all day, its scorching heat wonderfully comfortable, yet his slightly hoarse voice was so cold.
Zhuo Rusui knelt obediently beside him, not daring to behave as flippantly as usual.
For thirty thousand years, the Chaotian Continent's cultivation world had always had two leaders-the Green Mountain Sect and the Zhongzhou Sect. Before True Person Jingyang burst onto the scene, the two great sects had been roughly equal in standing, foundations, and strength. The Zhongzhou Sect had even held a slight edge, and had produced several ascended immortals.
"You've always wanted to know where Yunmeng Mountain's ascended immortals went. Then let me ask you: how many Ascension Ones has Green Mountain had throughout its history?" the Green Mountain Patriarch asked.
Zhuo Rusui lowered his head and said, "Seven, not counting Zhao Layue and me."
"Then why have only Chunyang and I remained all these years?" the Green Mountain Patriarch said. "Naturally, they were traded off against those people from Yunmeng Mountain."
According to Zeng