As we sped along, we saw countless mountains, including dozens of golden peaks floating in the clouds.
The world below is called the Thousand Miasma Forest. Could it be that there are as many as a thousand mountains within this blessed land?
Before Xu Long could ponder for long, Yun Ya, watching the sun fully rise in the sky, said to Xu Long:
"Junior brother, there are many mountains within this sect's blessed land, most of which have been developed into cave dwellings. If you don't have a place to stay in a hurry, you can go to the Deacon Hall to identify yourself and have them arrange a cave dwelling for you. As for the selection of core disciples, you can also register at the Deacon Hall first. I'll go ahead and hand over my duties."
"Thank you for your guidance, senior brother!"
Before a towering mountain, Yun Ya bowed to Xu Long in farewell, then with a flick of her sleeves, she vanished into the clouds.
Xu Long knew that he had no intention of participating in the selection of core disciples, so it was really inconvenient for him to go to the Deacon Hall with him.
Before leaving, the two exchanged communication jade tokens and made a pact again: if they had any missions to inspect the dojo in the future, they would ask Xu Long for help.
Yun Ya, naturally, donned a mask of pain and readily agreed.
Following Yun Ya's previous instructions, Xu Long transformed into a streak of light and headed straight for the mountains deep within the clouds.
The spiritual energy within the blessed land was indeed exceptionally abundant, even surpassing that of the main branch of the Pinglu Daoist Sanctuary.
This place must have been managed by the successive patriarchs of the Jade Screen Sect School, who also established many protective dojos outside the blessed land, making it so full of spiritual energy that it resembles a land of immortals and gods.
As the clouds and mist swept past him, Xu Long could already see streaks of light emerging from within them.
Those were the other disciples within the blessed land. As they drew closer to the Deacon Hall, the number of cultivators around them increased.
Hundreds of streaks of light seemed to come from beyond the heavens, piercing through the thick clouds and appearing within the blessed land.
The group of cultivators followed a long trail until they reached the massive mountain before slowing down.
Xu Long naturally joined the crowd; the mountain was exceptionally tall and massive.
When it rose abruptly from the ground within the Thousand Miasma Forest, it even blocked out the blazing sun above.
It is covered in thorns and frost, and even the ever-present clouds and mist vanish before it.
When the surrounding cultivators approached, they all remained silent.
This mountain range resembles a giant beast; its mere presence beneath the sky is enough to inspire awe.
This is the Deacon Hall within the Jade Screen Sect School.
Usually, all messages or tasks are released here, and some sect rewards and Spirit Stone resources are also distributed here.
The disciples within the sect were already extremely familiar with this Deacon Hall, and most of them arrived from all directions, riding on their swords.
After arriving at the Deacon Hall to receive their tasks or rewards, they immediately departed on their swords.
There were a great many cultivators coming and going, and their shouts echoed throughout the mountains all day long.
If there are any important tasks or messages, the Deacon Hall will send a message to the designated cultivator.
Of course, only those cultivators with strong combat power receive this special treatment.
When Xu Long got closer, he found that the mountain where the Deacon Hall was located was incredibly tall and huge.
The figures above looked like ants, moving in and out of the enormous nest.
At the top of the mountain stands a magnificent golden-roofed hall.
The grand hall with its flying eaves and bracket sets is magnificent, and banners are planted on both sides of the hall.
The long tassels fluttered in the hurricane, and the swirling wind seemed to reach for the sky.
When a monk stands beneath it, he inevitably feels a sense of insignificance.
Looking at the main hall and the banners again at this moment evokes a sense of solemnity.
Below the main hall was a spacious area where many cultivators came and went.
As if they were waiting for something, they came from inside the mountain and gathered outside the main hall.
This group of cultivators probably numbered around a hundred. They exuded a chilling aura, and their eyes occasionally revealed a hint of ferocity.
Xu Long was somewhat familiar with this aura; most cultivators in the Boundless Wilderness possessed this fierce and malevolent nature.
These cultivators likely returned from the Boundless Wilderness; some were Heavenly Immortal, and a very small number were Mystic Immortal.
The reason for gathering here at this time is mostly to select core disciples.
At the other end of the arena, a number of disciples in blue robes had also gathered, and their auras were much more peaceful.
When they gather in a group, they can also talk quietly, presumably they are disciples from the sect or disciples guarding the dojo.
Living under the protection of this blessed land year-round, without the threat of death or the intimidation of ferocious beasts, the group naturally lacked a sense of menace.
When they gathered here, they did not speak with the group of monks who had been there before.
Although they were all wearing blue robes, they were all there to select core disciples, and they were all waiting for orders from the Deacon Hall.
However, when the two groups gathered, they appeared somewhat distinct.
It seems there are some little-known factions within the Jade Screen Sect School.
After waiting for a while, the golden wheel above the mountain peaks had already leaped into the sky.
The beam of light radiating from the sky, like an unyielding sword, swept across the heavy clouds below.
The sword formed from the light instantly parted the clouds and mist within the blessed land and shot out.
It possesses an unstoppable power that mercilessly shatters anything in its path.
Numerous disciples in blue robes dodged and weaved, but the sword's momentum remained undiminished, as if it were aimed directly at the Deacon Hall.
The rays of light shot forth ceaselessly, carrying a powerful and majestic force, like thunder and rain.
Xu Long watched the light approach from atop the mountain. With a single glance, he knew that a cultivator was unleashing the power of the Golden Wheel from behind.
Judging from that powerful energy, he must be a Mystic Immortal cultivator with strong Magic Power.
These streaks of light, shaped like swords and as swift as lightning, reached the Deacon Hall in an instant.
The two groups of cultivators in the field changed their expressions abruptly upon seeing this. They were thinking to themselves: How could anyone in this blessed land dare to be so presumptuous?
But then he remembered that he was Deacon Hall, and these people were certainly rude and uncouth!
By the time the two groups of cultivators reacted, the sword had already reached above their heads.
At this moment, the banners on both sides of the main hall were fluttering incessantly in the hurricane brought by the sword.
Some cultivators, unable to resist in time, were even thrown off the mountainside in an instant.
At this moment, everyone's expression changed completely; it turned out these people were serious!
Once the thought was settled in everyone's minds, the idea of rebellion arose.
However, before anyone could react, the fierce sword swept up overhead and slashed down at the cultivator below.
The sharp edge of the sword seemed to be able to split the heavens and the earth, and an earth-shattering power was revealed at this moment.
The attack from the Mystic Immortal cultivator was truly extraordinary!
After the sword had gathered its power above their heads, it plummeted down into the crowd below without hesitation.
The cultivators below never expected that the incoming sword would be so unethical, attacking without even giving them a chance to speak.
Judging from the surging magical Magic Power on the sword's edge, if this sword were to truly strike down, these cultivators would surely be annihilated on the spot.
With thoughts racing through their minds, many of the blue-robed cultivators instantly formed a magic seal above their heads.
Then it gave up resisting and instantly broke away from the mountains Deacon Hall, transforming into a streak of light to escape first.
Xu Long felt the air above his head being suddenly split open, and the raging hurricane that had been raging just moments before abruptly stopped.
When the sword came slashing down from above, he didn't hesitate at all, and with a flick of his wrist, he produced a solid magic seal.
An invisible Power of Oblivion surged out of his body in an instant, and a Power of Laws manifested under the pull of his will.
With a strange phenomenon of twinkling starlight, a solid magic seal had already unleashed the powerful sword blade above Xu Long's head.
The other cultivators' magic seals were unable to withstand it, so they had to flee. However, Xu Long had seen the Mystic Immortal cultivators after examining the sword.
At this moment, he sent out a magic seal to test its strength, so he did not flee immediately when under the magic seal.
As the sword descended from above, hundreds of magical seals rose up simultaneously below.
The cultivators unleashed their magic seals towards the sword's edge, and Deacon Hall, the two Magic Power clashed fiercely.
boom!
A tremendous sound suddenly resounded throughout the arena.
As the sword fell, Xu Long felt a heavy sense of oppression rising in his heart.
It felt as if a giant hand was crushing down on his head.
As the sword struck, a series of sharp, cracking sounds rang out, and hundreds of magical seals were shattered in an instant.
Countless energies raged Deacon Hall, but the sword's power remained undiminished, and after shattering the magic seal, it quickly suppressed the attack.
The faces of the cultivators in the arena had turned deathly pale!
At this moment, they had no time to think. The sword's edge was like a giant Iron Fist, and it shattered the magic seal above everyone's heads in an instant.
Riding on the momentum of their great victory, before anyone could react, the sword's edge slashed downwards once more.
With a deafening roar, accompanied by the cultivators' furious shouts, some of the cultivators present could no longer bear it and began to flee towards the outside of the mountain.
At this moment, a hurricane of energy suddenly swept through the field. It turned out that the chaotic energy from when a large number of magic seals were broken earlier was impacting the outside.
The chaotic energy, suppressed by the sword peak above, rose up like an earth dragon and raged towards the cultivator.
The cultivators below were terrified by the sword's edge, seeing their magic seals shatter as the sword continued its downward trajectory.
Many cultivators immediately summoned their weapons to defend themselves, and a great whistling sound arose Deacon Hall.
Xu Long stood alone in the corner. His magic seal did not shatter for a moment, but he could feel the heavy sword edge.
Half of the cultivators below had already dispersed. He just felt that the Sword Master was quite capable, daring to make such a grand display in the blessed land.
A white light gradually emanated from the seal above his head; he knew it was a sign that it was about to shatter.
Xu Long below remained motionless, his gaze fixed on the banners on either side of the Golden Roof Hall.
boom!
After a loud bang, the falling sword suddenly stopped, pausing briefly on the banners on either side of the golden-roofed hall.
The banners on both sides acted as if they were ropes, firmly catching the falling sword.
At this moment, the banners moved without wind, and golden light suddenly rose from the rows of banners, forcefully blocking the powerful sword blade.
The long tassels fluttered and danced below, and the sword above finally came to a stop.
At this moment, the golden-roofed hall appeared even more mysterious and extraordinary in the eyes of the cultivators.
With a "crack" sound, Xu Long's magic seal shattered.
The array banners did indeed stop the falling sword, but the heavy force penetrated the banners and descended directly upon the crowd below.
Xu Long, standing in the corner, remained expressionless, but his Magic Power surged wildly from his body.
Formation of walls condensed outside the body to resist the overwhelming force.
He thought to himself: Who is this cultivator who made this move? He doesn't seem to care about the rules of this blessed land at all.
The sword strike was delivered with all its might, yet it still managed to force half of the gathered crowd to escape.
If it weren't for the array banners Deacon Hall, all these unguarded cultivators gathered there would probably have been annihilated on the spot.
However, the person who made the move was indeed Magic Power and possessed a profound level of cultivation, being within the realm of Xuanxian (Immortal Realm ).
A single sword strike was enough to terrify hundreds of low-level cultivators, and the sword strike arrived along with the light of the golden wheel.
Xu Long was confident that if he were to unleash the Heaven-Slaying One Sword, he could suppress everyone just like that sword's edge.
However, the power of that single strike was not as profound as that person's.
Even a casual sword strike carries such immense power.
It's not simply about using Magic Power; it also requires understanding the rules governing the operation of heaven and earth.
Only by surrounding both sides, using oneself as a guide, gathering Magic Power, and then invoking the world's rules to infuse it, can one make all cultivators tremble with fear under the sword's edge.
Such skillful application suggests that the person has honed their abilities within the realm of the Immortal Realm for a considerable period.
Only through one's own understanding and accumulation of knowledge about heaven and earth can one possess such profound Magic Power and such overwhelming aura.
It's strange, though. The person who made the move clearly knew there were defensive array banners above the Deacon Hall, so why did they still strike with that sword?
Although the sword strike was powerful and startled the blue-robed cultivators below, it still caused quite a stir.
But when it landed overhead, it was stopped by the banners.
After Xu Long unleashed his magic seal, he saw through the defensive array banner and determined that this sword strike would not actually kill the cultivator.
Therefore, under that overwhelming pressure, he did not summon sword light to defend himself.
Even with such a bluffing sword strike, many cultivators still managed to escape from the mountain range.
The banners above their heads, though they blocked the powerful slash of the sword.
However, the heavy pressure emanating from the sword's edge penetrated the array banners on both sides and reached directly down to the cultivators below.
The cultivators present were as if they were in a stuffy cage, restrained by the oppressive force of the sword.
In this hasty situation, the messengers could not use their usual methods and could only rely on themselves to resist.
It's just that the sword came too fast, catching everyone in the blessed land completely off guard. With just one strike, the scene was plunged into danger.
As the overwhelming force swept through the arena, more than a dozen cultivators, unable to withstand the energy, turned and left the mountain.