The Saint Is Myself

Lin Yun has lived in the remote mountains and forests since she was a child, dependent on her grandmother. He has been practicing in seclusion for more than ten years and has hardly seen anyone. Every day is nothing more than practicing, reading, or wandering in the mountains and forests, and my life is relaxed and comfortable. Until one day, her grandmother suddenly returned from traveling. Without saying a word, she waved her hands and used a formation to send her to the Shuiyun Sect thousands of miles away. She said euphemistically: She has reached her age and it is time to go out and cultivate her body and mind. Lin Yun wanted to cry, but had no other way out. After many twists and turns, she entered Shuiyun Sect using someone else's identity. As the largest sect in the world of immortal cultivation, Shuiyun Sect has many masters. Everyone here is eager for fame, and monks with low cultivation levels are looked down upon. Lin Yun was in a good mood and remained unmoved. The senior brothers and sisters looked at the little junior sister who was doing nothing all day and sighed: This person is going to be useless! There has always been a legend in Qingzhu Peak: the northern wasteland where witchcraft originated, suppressed thousands of ferocious beasts, and a group of powerful witches guarded the wasteland for thousands of years. Recently, there are rumors that the magical beasts have awakened and the seal has been loosened. The witch clan specially sent a saint from the clan to come out of the mountain and come thousands of miles away just to discuss with the leader about reshaping the seal. It is said that the Holy Maiden of the Witch Tribe has extraordinary talents and powerful magic. She is familiar with various formation secrets, and her qualifications even far exceed those of the formation cultivators! Although Lin Yun had no great ambitions, she had always been obsessed with formations. It happened that her practice had stalled, so she wanted to find this saint and ask for advice. It's a pity that the saint only hears his name but not his voice. Finally, word spread that the secret realm was open, and the saint would definitely go there. The number of places to enter the secret realm is limited, so Lin Yun takes action decisively! On the viewing platform, the eyes of all the senior brothers and sisters widened: The junior sisters, who were usually weak and weak, formed their formations with expressionless faces and overturned several Jindan sword cultivators one after another! This man soared overnight! ? On that day, everyone only knew that Qingzhu Peak had produced a formation cultivation genius that was rare to see in a century. All the elders looked at the jade pendant that fell during the battle, and they all fell silent: This is clearly the token that invited the saint to come out! Lin Yun: I want to find the saint! Elders: The saint must have her reasons for doing this! Intention: Don't forget your original intention and move forward bravely