Attaining Immortality, Starting From Slaying Demons-Chapter 575 - 490: I am Zhanlong Taoist_2

The areas requiring repair, with the help of the Yu Family Clan, had all been mended.

Li Qingfeng reached out to several factions, including Great Qian, to begin selecting those with extraordinary talents, admitting them into the outer sect, where many Transcendent Cultivators personally imparted teachings.

The good news was, despite worrying about the influx of many strange forces into the sect possibly causing chaos,

these factions, having perhaps witnessed frightful scenes, acted extremely respectfully, one more so than the next, even courteously engaging Nanyang natives regardless of their lower cultivation levels.

It seemed they feared that at any moment, those Transcendent Cultivators would pull a tiered Purple Qi Heavenly Palace from their glabella, apply the Spiritual Physique Technique, and then summon two Spirit Puppets...

The bad news was, the Sect Master had disappeared.

"Can you give me a straight answer, when exactly will the Sect Master return?"

Li Qingfeng stood by Xuan Qing’s side, initially to cheer up this wooden person, but now it was purely to vent his own frustrations.

Only a month and a few days were left until the assembly of the seven sons.

Not to mention preparations, the Sect Master’s whereabouts were now unknown.

"Should we have the stewards go out and search?"

"He’s back."

Xuan Qing cut off the incessant talking abruptly.

"What?" Li Qingfeng was stunned.

"The Sect Master is back," Xuan Qing repeated softly, then stood up and walked outside, looking up into the void with a face filled with incomprehension, his entire being momentarily frozen in place as if turning back into wood.

The breath that had just brushed across the sky even caused this once-domineering genius, who had suppressed his peers for tens of thousands of years, to feel a hint of surprise.

Hearing this, Li Qingfeng hastily followed, stepping outside the Ancestral Master Hall and peering around, asking, "Where is he?"

As if responding to his question,

The inner gate’s firmament of the Nanyang Sect suddenly displayed an out-of-place light red hue, reminiscent of a sunset glow. As it drew nearer to the peak, the red deepened, turning into a sea of blood-colored plasma, in which stood an eight-story majestic hall.

The Immeasurable Demon Emperor Palace stood like a sword set to pierce through the cloud-like layer, directly peering into the unseen landscape beyond.

"It’s true," Xuan Qing murmured, coming back to his senses. What he had just felt was indeed the aura of the Late Stage of Returning Void.

Between the crimson Dao Palaces, unblemished purple qi gently rippled, its purity instinctually drawing observers to halt in awe.

The next moment, the sounds of crackling resonated throughout the inner gates of the Nanyang Sect.

Six thick Dao Pillars rose up out of nowhere, and as their rocky exteriors flaked away, intricately detailed demon relief sculptures were revealed.

Each one depicted a ferociously fierce figure, as if they possessed the power to overturn seas.

The cultivators who had recently joined the Nanyang Sect, such as the envoys from the Shuiyue Commerce Alliance, even recognized many familiar figures among the sculptures.

They were, after all, cultivators in the Late Stage of Returning Void, distinguished individuals in their own right.

But at this moment, all bore expressions of astonishment.

The Dao Pillars envisioned by the Sect Master turned out to be the infamous group of top-tier Great Demons from within Nan Hong!

Each one of them could cause any power outside of the Immortal Sect to tremble with fear.

It was hard for them to imagine any cultivator choosing to visualize such beings, and to condense them so vividly, down to the exact detail of their scales, as if the Sect Master had studied them while they slept. freeweɓnovel.cøm

Such audacity was indeed astounding.

The crackling grew more intense until it morphed into a deep bell-like booming.

As the rocky skin fell away completely, the Immeasurable Demon Emperor Palace, supported by six first-grade Dao Pillars, suddenly rose another layer.

Then, the humming transformed into celestial music soaring through the skies. Among the clouds, it seemed as if Immortal Cranes strolled, and a thick and rich purple miasma rose at the far end of the crimson sky, leisurely gliding towards the Demon Emperor Palace.

"Huh," Xuan Qing closed his eyes.

All nine layers of Return to Void, the complete heavenly palace, the heavens and earth themselves celebrated.

Before this day, within the Nan Hong Seven Sons, this was a legend exclusive to one man.

From this moment on, this honor no longer belonged solely to Xuan Qing.

Despite foreseeing this and enduring long years of tempering his state of mind, Xuan Qing still felt a twinge of loss.

But as the feeling of loss faded away, a surge of intense exhilaration burst forth from his wooden frame.

The Nanyang Sect, it had come to life!

If not for sitting too long in meditation, Xuan Qing would have even felt the urge to bellow a long cry at this moment.

This torture of a hundred thousand years.

Xuan Qing’s most earnest wish was to return to the day before his breakthrough to the ultimate level of Returning Void, to restrain the impulses in his heart and walk the path of cultivation more steadily, avoiding those calamities.

To lead the Nanyang Sect step by step once again.

Yet, time is not something that can be reversed.

He had never imagined that he would one day witness the Nanyang Sect’s revival with his own eyes.

And, with his purple aura’s blessing, the Sect Master’s path would be even more stable than his own, and could fulfill his wishes in his stead.

The only thing that left a slightly bitter taste was... the celestial gifts on display today far exceeded the spectacle of his own breakthrough to the ninth layer of Returning Void.

Thinking of this, Li Xuanqing couldn’t help but smile.

"Xuan Qing is empty-handed and has nothing to celebrate, left only with this worn body,"

The woodlike figure suddenly spoke up, alarming Li Qingfeng standing beside him, who instinctively turned his head, "Senior, you..."

Indeed, Xuan Qing’s body began to tremble faintly.

Yet his demeanor remained as calm as ever, "Today, with this weary body, I shall pave the way for the great Dao of our Sect Master of Nanyang!"

As the words fell, a wisp of purple qi once again separated from his body.

Compared to previous times, Li Xuanqing’s movements were slower and far more labored, as if he was extracting his very last breath of life.