Today is the day when Ling Jue, the eldest disciple of the sect master Qian Jiang, attacks the final hurdle of the "Ruthless Sword Way". In the entire Qingyun Sect, except for a few old monsters in seclusion, almost all the core disciples, deacons, elders, and even the peak masters were holding their breath and concentrating, standing quietly around the Taoist platform, not daring to make the slightest sound.
They are not observing, but making a pilgrimage.
Qian Jiang stood in front of the stage with his hands behind his hands. His figure was not very tall, and his simple green shirt even looked a bit old. But when he stood there, he seemed to be the center of the world. Time seems to be particularly fond of this sect leader. His specific age cannot be seen. His face is pale and his eyes are as deep as abyss. Just standing there, there is a Taoist charm flowing around him that makes people feel peaceful and makes him want to worship.
He is a powerful person in the tribulation stage, and he is only half a step away from shattering the void and ascending to the upper realm. He single-handedly founded the Qingyun Sect and preached it for three hundred years. His disciples spread all over the world of cultivation, and among them there were countless people who achieved Yuanying and transformed into gods. In the hearts of countless monks, Master Qianjiang is the incarnation of Tao, and the closest thing to immortality in this world.
The young man kneeling in front of him was his most proud successor - Ling Jue.
Ling Jue is very young. Compared with Qian Jiang's almost frozen time, his age can even be ignored. But what made him reach this point was not his talent, but his almost cruel self-discipline and understanding. At this moment, he was sitting cross-legged on the cold white jade slab, his clothes soaked with sweat and clinging to his slightly trembling back.
