I, the Qingping Sword, Revive the Jie Sect

“All disciples of the Jie Sect, remember: our teachings accept all without discrimination.” “Those who join my Jie Sect, whether covered in fur and bearing horns, born in water or hatched from eggs, may all live together as one.” The golden bell rang, shaking the cosmos. The jade chime sounded, stirring heaven and earth. Incense burners were set in rows, their curling smoke concealing dragons in the mist. A feather fan waved, and graceful phoenixes departed the Jade Pool. Seated atop a Kui Ox was the Master of the Jie Sect, Tongtian, disciple of Hongjun, who existed before chaos was divided, beyond the realms of heaven and earth. Golden attendants followed on either side of the sacred carriage as purple mist and rosy clouds departed Biyou Palace. That once-lively scene eventually faded like smoke. Master Tongtian was confined within the Zixiao Palace, while his disciples one after another met their tribulations and became mounts for gods and Buddhas. Across the myriad heavens, a Daoist in blue robes walked alone, leaning on his sword.