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A majestic pavilion, a towering pagoda, the cries of cranes, and divine birds soaring into the sky.
In the center of the densely packed buildings was a square with a radius of ten miles. Pure smoke lingered on the huge square, giving people a solemn and mysterious feeling.
At the center of the square stood three stately, giant statues. They were ancient and ancient, and from between their brows, they emanated a sense of majesty that seemed to be real.
Any disciple who passed by the plaza would pay their respects to the three statues.
At this moment, there were two figures standing in front of the three statues. One of them was in her twenties, and her face was impeccable. She wore a blue robe, and on her back was a resplendent blue sword.
As for the other person, he was dressed in a grey robe. He looked like a servant, but the disciples that passed by the square all treated him with the same respectful attitude as the three statues.
"Liuxue, how is the blue star sword technique I passed down to you? "What stage have you reached?"
Ye Liuxue's jade-like face revealed a trace of pride, and she respectfully said: "Second Elder Bu, I have already cultivated to the eighth stage and am only a step away from the ninth stage. I believe I will be able to make a breakthrough soon."
Chen Bu'er's expression did not fluctuate at all, he maintained his standing posture with his hands behind his back, and quietly sized up the three statues.
Looking at Chen Bu'er's slender and straight back, Ye Liuxue suddenly felt a little strange in her heart.
The elder in front of him was actually a woman. However, ever since Ye Liuxue could remember, Chen Bu'er had dressed up as a man.
She had always thought that Chen Bu'er had done this to express his attitude towards her. He had only cultivated the divine way his whole life, and had never had any feelings or destiny.
After all, according to the seniors of the previous generation, when Chen Bu'er just entered the sect, he was a top-notch beauty!
However, in Chen Bu'er's heart, he felt tender and intimate. He practically treated his as his own daughter, and Ye Liuxue could feel the tenderness in Chen Bu'er's heart. This elder actually wasn't heartless at all.
In the past, whenever Ye Liuxue made a breakthrough in the martial way, he would feel sincerely happy. He would stroke Ye Liuxue's hair to show his encouragement.
But this time, he didn't.
Not only did he no longer have this sort of warmth, Ye Liuxue could even feel a very strange feeling from Chen Bu'er's body. He seemed to be a Spirit Sword that was slowly opening after a long period of suppression!
"Second Elder Bu, what's wrong?" Ye Liuxue restrained her arrogance and asked worriedly.
After it was quiet for a moment, Chen Bu'er turned around and smiled gently: "Nothing, just looking at this statue, I feel a little heavy."
Ye Liuxue raised her head to look at the statue. The strong lines formed a flying cold face, a straight nose, narrow eyes, and sharp sword-like eyebrows.
"Ancestral Founder Long Ao is very handsome." Ye Liuxue knew that these three statues were the founder of Jade Immortal Sect, and the one right in front of them was the third ancestor, Long Ao.
Chen Bu'er finally raised his hand and caressed Ye Liuxue's hair, and said: "Liuxue, your cultivation is already very high, and amongst the core disciples of our Jade Immortal Sect, I believe you can also enter the top three. If there comes a day when I am not by your side, you can take care of yourself, I am truly gratified."
"Bu Er Clan Elder, where are you going!?" Ye Liuxue was shocked, and looked at Chen Bu'er anxiously.
Chen Bu'er only smiled as he raised his head to look at the Jade Immortal Palace on the other side of the plaza. In front of the palace, there were hundreds of steps worth of jade stones.
"Sect Master has summoned us to discuss an important matter. Everyone should be here already, let's go in as well."
The name of the red-crowned crane came from the depths of the Ninth Heaven. As it flowed, its Jade Immortal Sect seemed to be like that of the God Realm;
Storm Valley.
Looking at the empty ancient building, this place that should have been guarded by a six star sect had actually been abandoned!
A strong wind blew over the valley, and dense clouds of smoke suddenly swirled above their heads. Everyone raised their heads to look, and they only felt that there was a boundless atmosphere, filled with a changing sense of beauty.
"Master Lin, this is already the third sect that has been emptied out. It looks like the actions of Netherworld Sect have already caused them to make other choices."
The other choice was to join an even stronger sect to fight against the Netherworld Sect.
Lin Yue looked at the scene in front of him coldly, waved his arm, laughed and led his ten disciples to light up all the buildings.
"Master Lin, why are you doing this? On the contrary, it only further infuriated these sects, making them more determined to join them.
"Boom!"
The flames rose and spread in all directions. The wind in Storm Valley was strong, it helped the fire, and very quickly, the entire sect was a sea of fire.
Lin Yue's eyes reflected a red light. With an indifferent expression, he said: "Since they've already made their decision, then I'll cut off their retreat and let them all gather together. That's not bad, it will save us the trouble of running around."
A few strong warriors beside him deeply frowned. They felt an inexplicable fear of what Lin Yue was doing. He wanted to directly force those people into a corner, then carry out an unusual massacre!
But, was he that confident that he could defeat those seven star sects, or even those eight star sects?
In the next seven days, Lin Yue and a group of experts rested in Storm Valley.
He had to wait, wait for the surrounding weak sects to stand in their own teams, and give them the choice to surrender to Netherworld Sect, or, join those strong sects in order to protect themselves!
In these seven days, Lin Yue bitterly cultivated day and night. The Netherworld Sword Book took another step forward and reached a new level.
A sword pierced through the air, the Spirit Sword went into stealth, and secretly injured the enemy!
Deep in the night, the sky above Storm Valley was still covered by the clouds. Only when a strong wind blew would the stars above the nine heavens be revealed.
Lin Yue woke up from his cultivation and looked up to the sky. Coincidentally, he saw the vast sky behind the clouds and the bright stars revolving.
He lifted his hand and pointed out his finger. Immediately, the Ink Sword behind him shot out like a dragon and floated in front of him.
The dark cyan light carried an obscure aura. It was both mysterious and surreal.
As Lin Yue thought about it, a vortex of Genuine Essence appeared in his body. The vortex spun incessantly, and when it was projected onto the Ink Sword, it immediately trembled. Slowly, the obscure Qi became denser, and the unreal feeling became ten to a hundred times stronger!
The Genuine Essence flowed out of the spirit flower like a stream and quickly flowed into the Ink Sword. Not long after, the Ink Sword that was originally glowing with a dark green light, reached its peak with its obscure and mysterious aura. After a slight tremble, it disappeared!
"Break!"
Lin Yue's pupils constricted as he pointed his finger towards the sky. From the void, a thunderous roar could be heard, and in an instant, the clouds and winds that were moving about in the nine heavens were split apart!
On the mountainside, a stone platform with a radius of several hundred zhang extending from the cliff broke into pieces without any forewarning, rolling down to the bottom of the valley.
This was not the end. On top of the stone platform, there was a thousand-year old ancient vine that had been immersed in the wind and clouds for many years. It was extremely tough and was definitely not a low rank third grade Spirit Weapon.
The moment the stone platform was chopped into pieces, the ancient vine suddenly began to shake violently, as if it was causing a ghost.
Following which, the ancient vine transformed into butterflies, floating down from the middle of the mountain.