Before long, all the elders had arrived, and Nangong Zi roughly explained the matter. All the elders felt that they should open the Sutra Depository and check the information from 10,000 years ago.
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A year passed quietly in the battle between the various large factions. The various hidden factions were all trying their best to find that mysterious box. The crazed people searched almost every corner of the continent, but no one had found the box. Some people even guessed that the box was not on this continent at all.
Ruoyi was still sleeping in the Flipping Moon Sect. Everything in the sect remained the same. Nothing had changed. The sect master and elders also fell silent in this crazy search. The disciples went from being curious at the beginning to discussing it, and no one mentioned it anymore. Fourth Elder Zuo Wenjing recorded this matter and placed it in the Sutra Depository.
In the Bestowed Moon Sect, the Great Elder Zhuo Xingfeng commanded all the elders who were not ranked. Second Elder Wan Zikuang was in charge of teaching the younger disciples. The Third Elder was responsible for the selection of new disciples every year. The Fourth Elder was responsible for recording all major events that happened on the continent. The Fifth Elder was responsible for the management of the herb gardens on the various peaks of the sect. The Sixth Elder was responsible for the daily expenses of the sect. Patriarch Seven was in charge of the management of the mines in the sect. The eighth elder was responsible for the daily defense and safety of the sect. They all had their own responsibilities and were orderly. Even if something big happened, they would not panic.
Although they didn't find the mysterious box, they didn't feel any regret. After all, there were very few things that could be accomplished by the Upper Realm. It was already considered lucky to be able to succeed once in a hundred times. Sometimes, it might not even be possible to succeed once in a thousand times. The Upper Realm would come to the Lower Realm once every thousand years. Every time, they would give some tasks to the Lower Realm to do, but in the recent 100,000 years, no one had succeeded. Therefore, although they failed this time, no one would regret it.
A year later, another half a year passed. Nangong Ru Meng's small courtyard was still quiet. She sat under the praying tree in the courtyard, frowning. Under the flowering tree, Ruoyi's eyes were tightly shut as she lay on a bamboo recliner.
Nangong Ru Meng looked at the sleeping Ruoyi and muttered to herself,"This little girl doesn't know what to do. If she didn't wake up in two months, it would be troublesome. It seems that I can only put it in the dew pond to try. I'll go and talk to my father.”
Nangong Ru Meng immediately carried Ruoyi into the room and laid her down on the bed. After closing the courtyard door, he excitedly went to look for Nangong Zi.
At this moment, Nangong Zi was in the study to check on the recent major events in the continent. Nangong Ru Meng directly rushed into his study.
"Father! Father!" Nangong Ru Meng shouted anxiously, but Nangong Zi was still flipping through his latest news on the continent. It was only when Nangong Ru Meng rushed to the desk that she asked calmly,""Meng 'er, can you not be so anxious about everything? Can't you be more ladylike?"
Hearing Nangong Zi's words, Nangong Ru Meng was instantly like a withered flower that had completely withered. He could only stand obediently with his head lowered and his hands crossed in front of him. He said in a low voice,"Father, Meng 'er wants to borrow the dew pond.”
Nangong Zi raised her head and asked Nangong Ru Meng,""Oh, what do you want to use that dew pond for?”
Nangong Ru Meng still didn't dare to raise her head. She said in a low voice,"Yiyi, she hasn't woken up yet. I think it might be because there isn't enough spiritual energy, so I want to borrow the dew pond that father used for seclusion.”
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