Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 1018 Reluctant

A century-old battle to conquer the sky.

For most practitioners, a hundred years is just a snap of the fingers.

However, for a small sect like the Mitian Sword Sect, a hundred years is already an extremely long time.

A hundred years ago, all the elites of the sect left and followed the sect leader Han Muye to participate in the battle to conquer the sky. Although the Mitian Sword Sect still retained some strength, it still guarded the sect.

During the Hundred Years' War to Conquer Heaven, sects from all sides were not allowed to attack each other.

The Yuntian Dao Sect did not directly embarrass the Mitian Sword Sect, but many of the surrounding forces that were initially suppressed by the Mitian Sword Sect deliberately caused trouble, causing the Mitian Sword Sect's strength to be greatly reduced.

For a hundred years, the Mitian Sword Sect had only three Dao-breaking realms to support it.

In the surrounding sects, there are several powerful Tao-killing sects. Where these Tao-killing powerhouses came from, perhaps only Yuntian Dao Sect knows.

Now the person in charge of the Mitian Sword Sect's affairs is Wang Yun, the fifth disciple of Miyue Peak.

Wang Yun, who is in the Dao-breaking realm, is the sect's top master and acting sect leader.

Over the past hundred years, the sect has struggled to support itself, and Wang Yun has become much older, and he no longer looks as energetic as he once did.

Yuntian Dao Gate, in the square in front of the mountain gate, groups of practitioners stood there.

"Master Wang, why don't you give up?" A green-robed Taoist looked at Wang Yun and chuckled, "With the strength of your Heavenly Sword Sect, the previous sect leader Han Muye must have fallen in the battle to conquer the sky."

"That's right, Fellow Daoist Wang, I really don't know why you came." Another white-bearded Taoist shook his head, with regret in his eyes, looking at the tall mountain gate in front of him, "If you hadn't come, you might still be alive."

"Hey, the Mitian Sword Sect has a long history and can be traced back to the era of the Thirty-six Sword Sects. It's a pity." Not far away, a Taoist carrying a long sword shook his head and whispered.

The others looked at each other and stayed away from Wang Yun and the Mitian Sword Sect disciples behind him.

"Master, has Master really fallen?"

"Yes, Master, didn't you say that the master's cultivation is so great that he will never fall?"

Behind Wang Yun, several young disciples spoke in low voices, their faces full of fear.

I can't imagine what would happen if all the powerful members of the Mitian Sword Sect's team died in the battle to conquer the sky.

Wang Yun looked solemn and kept silent.

He was unwilling to give in and had to come and have a look.

"Buzz——"

In the distance, streaks of golden light flew over.

That's not a practitioner, it's a stream of light delivering messages.

Liu Guang flew to the gate of Yuntian Dao Gate and was caught by several green-robed Taoists.

These few are all powerful people in the Shiyuan Realm of Yuntian Dao Sect, and the first Taoist is Yun Ming, the leader of Yuntian Dao Sect.

"He Chengyang has fallen!"

Seeing the message in his hand, Taoist Yunming showed a trace of regret on his face.

The elder He Yutang, the father of He Chengyang on the side, turned pale.

"Hey, the outcome of the battle to conquer the sky is normal. Elder He, my condolences." On the side, a Taoist in green robes and jade crowns comforted in a low voice.

He Yutang nodded solemnly.

I thought that my son would survive the battle to conquer the sky, or even fly into the sky, but unexpectedly, he fell.

Looking at the faces of other people in the sect, it was clear that they were mocking.

"All the armies of our Yuntian Dao Sect have fallen. On the contrary, people from several other sects have returned." Taoist Yun Ming held the message golden light in his hand, with a complicated look on his face.

Several other elders of Yuntian Dao Sect were also silent.

After a battle to conquer the sky, the pattern of heaven and earth within a radius of hundreds of thousands of miles will change.

From now on, Yuntian Dao Sect may no longer be the overlord.

"Fellow Taoist Hanyu, congratulations." Taoist Yunming turned to look at the group of practitioners outside the mountain gate in front of him and spoke softly.

A middle-aged cultivator in the Dao Extermination Realm who was leading over there was shocked and his eyes widened: "Senior Yunming, what do you mean?"

Above the square, there was silence.

Everyone looked at the middle-aged practitioner who spoke.

"Fellow Taoist Hanyu, your Taoist friend Zhang Jinmu from Fuling Taoist Sect has returned from the battlefield of Zhengtian, and," Taoist Yunming showed a smile on his face and said softly: "I have made great progress in my cultivation, and I have already reached the Qiankun realm!"

Qiankun realm!

The elite of his sect returned and became the Great Cultivator of Qiankun!

The master of the Fuling Dao Sect named Yuyu showed excitement on his face, and the practitioners behind him were also filled with auras that were so agitated that they almost couldn't control themselves.

"boom--"

In the distance beyond the sky, a flying boat came from afar.

The light on the flying boat shone brightly, and it was clear that there was a strong person stationed there.

"It's really Zhang Jinmu!"

"Zhang Jinmu of Fuling Dao Sect, back then, he was only half-stepping through the Dao, and could only be regarded as an elite among the younger generation. Now he is——"

With countless emotions, everyone watched the flying boat land, and a figure flew down from it.

The middle-aged man wearing a blue Taoist robe was full of energy and blood, and such a powerful force made it impossible to raise his head.

"Fellow Taoists, after Zhang Jinmu returns to the sect to repair, he will join you." Zhang Jinmu held his hands toward the flying boat.

"Okay, I'll wait for you at the county mansion." Someone on the flying boat replied, and then flew away.

"Ouch, Jin Mu, you should go with them, how can you stay in the sect?" Among the practitioners of Fuling Dao Sect, an old man in black robes beat his chest.

"Don't worry about us people, you have to make friends with those big monks."

The old man pointed at Zhang Jinmu with a look of regret.

Hearing the old man's words, Zhang Jinmu showed a smile on his face, looked at the old man and said: "Grandpa said that after I return to the sect to repair, I will go to the county government."

After saying that, he glanced around, only glanced at Taoist Yun Ming and others who were smiling apologetically, then turned around and said: "Master, grandpa, let's go back to the sect."

He raised his hand, and golden streams of light scattered, wrapping them up as practitioners of the Fuling Dao Sect, and they flew away.

Those practitioners from all walks of life who wanted to come forward to curry favor all had regretful expressions on their faces.

After Zhang Jinmu and others left, many people looked at each other and quietly backed away.

Whoever goes to Fu Ling Dao Sect first may get more benefits, or at least have more chances of being reused.

Taoist Yunming breathed a sigh of relief and looked around.

He flicked his sleeves, turned around and left.

The practitioners from other sects looked at each other, sighed, and left.

It is already rare to find someone in the Qiankun realm within a radius of one hundred thousand miles.

The practitioners from other sects who participated in the battle to conquer the sky must have perished.

"Master, let's go, Master—" Behind Wang Yun, a young man carrying a sword whispered.

Wang Yun nodded, his face full of regret.

None of the powerful men from his Mitian Sword Sect have returned, and those masters and masters all died on the Zhengtian battlefield.

Fortunately, a strong man from the Fu Ling Dao Sect returned, and for a while the Yuntian Dao Sect didn't have the energy to deal with its own Mitian Sword Sect.

However, can the Mitian Sword Sect really be able to sustain it in the future?

"Buzz——"

Above the sky, a stream of light flew towards me.

Sword light!

In front of the mountain gate of Yuntian Dao Gate, all the practitioners who had not yet left raised their heads.

Could it be that he is a member of the Mitian Sword Sect?

"call out--"

The sword light flew down, and a sword-carrying Taoist wearing a blue Taoist robe landed there.

"Liao Qingfeng, it's you!" Taoist Yun Ming's eyes widened.

"It's senior Liao Qingfeng, the only senior swordsman in the Shiyuan Realm who could compete with Yuntian Dao Sect back then!"

There was an exclamation in front of Yuntian Daomen Mountain Gate.

At this time, Liao Qingfeng's aura was thicker and thicker than that of Zhang Jinmu from Fuling Dao Sect before.