Time flew like an arrow. In the blink of an eye, countless years had passed. When the bleak autumn wind blew across the northwest land again, it had been a full 60 years since the Green Cloud Mountain had been sealed. A sixty-year-cycle of spring and autumn passed in the blink of an eye, and the human world had long changed several generations. When someone grew old, someone would grow up. When someone died, someone would be born. Birth, aging, sickness, and death were the eternal truths and laws of nature. Even the gods themselves had no power or qualifications to change them.
Tianji Zi and Zeng Shushu stood at the peak of Reincarnation Peak, looking down at the beautiful autumn light. He had a long white beard, a long emerald robe, curved eyebrows, and a face that was slightly wrinkled like an old chrysanthemum. At this moment, Zeng Shushu was no longer the young man who had a cheeky smile on his face and was like a sharp sword that had been unsheathed sixty years ago. In its place was a kind old man who always had a gentle smile and looked very ordinary.
Time was a merciless judge, judging life and death with a single thought. Even the strongest expert in the world who was proficient in the art of creation could not resist his iron and silver hook judgment. On Wei Tuo's back, there were snow-white silver lines, like wrinkles carved by a knife. Everything seemed to be telling him that the sage-like sect master was old.
Only the cold aura in his eyes that occasionally opened told the world that everything was just an illusion!
Glancing at the young disciples who were cultivating hard, Tianji Zi couldn't help but recall the past. It had been more than 160 years since he came to this world. In the past 160 years, he had been treading on thin ice and painstakingly established a new Qingyun Sect in this other world. Now, there were nearly a thousand disciples in the sect, and there were as many experts as clouds. If the Ancestral Master was in heaven and saw how hard he worked, he would probably bless the Qingyun Sect.
"Master!" "Grandmaster!"
Behind him, his disciples and grand-disciples bowed in unison. Their voices were loud and imposing.
"Get up." With a wave of his sleeve, everyone felt a force lifting them up. No matter how hard they tried, they could not bend down. Knowing that it was their master's (grandmaster's) intention, they didn't act pretentiously. They stood up one by one and casually found a futon to sit on. His expression was serious, and he seemed especially serious.
Turning around, Zeng Shushu saw his 20th and 21st generation disciples sitting neatly in the lower seats according to their seniority. He nodded in satisfaction."Another sixty years have passed. This time, I've called you here because of the matter of those twenty-second generation children ascending the throne.”
"Hua ~" Upon hearing this, the twenty-first generation First Disciples below the stage were like dumplings in a pot, making a ruckus. There were some who were happy, some who were sad, but there was no one who objected.
Each generation of disciples could not be in charge of the Qingyun Sect for more than sixty years. This was the same as recruiting a new batch of disciples every sixty years. It had already become a custom of the Qingyun Sect. The new and old needed to be replaced in order to maintain the prosperity of the Qingyun Sect. The 21st generation disciples present were all peak masters of their respective peaks. Even with their ability to sit on the top seat, they knew the importance of replacing each other.
"Quiet! How could they be so noisy in the ancestral hall?”A stern shout instantly silenced the ancestral hall. Ever since Zeng Shushu entered the eighth level of Taiqing and created the Xuanqing Realm 40 years ago, his every move had become more in line with the Heavenly Dao. This shout resonated with the order of the Great Path. It was like the roar of the Vajra, instantly suppressing the chaotic group of disciples.
"Look, look! What have you become?" He pointed his trembling fingers at the heads of his disciples. How could the current Tianji Zi still look like an immortal? He was like a monkey, jumping left and right, knocking one's head and kicking the other's butt. Where was the steadiness from before? The disciples of the twentieth generation, led by Shui Shuntian, puffed up their cheeks and narrowed their eyes. Their shoulders were shaking, and they were having a hard time holding it in. The upper beam is not straight, the lower beam is crooked. Why are all his disciples like that? It seems that the source of this is very clear.
After fooling around with his master for a while, the main topic finally returned to the issue of the 22nd generation disciples ascending the throne.
The first to step out was the sect master of the main peak, Reincarnation Peak, Qi Wuyi."Zhao Wumian of the Reincarnation Peak is recommended as the next Sect Leader of the Reincarnation Peak by our Sect Leader, Qi Wuyi.”
Looking at Shui Shuntian, who was smiling and nodding, Tianji Zi had a plan in his mind. Looking at his eldest disciple's appearance, it was obvious that he, as the successor of his grand disciple, was in line with his wishes. Based on his understanding of his eldest disciple, there should not be much of a problem.
"Good!" Zeng Shushu's " okay " was the final decision for the next Hierarch. He then looked at the group of heads of department who were still hesitating.
"Big Bamboo Peak's Lan Yinghui is recommended as the next Big Bamboo Peak's Chief in the name of my Big Bamboo Peak's Chief Ju Buyi.”
"Leixi of the Small Bamboo Peak is recommended as the next master of the Small Bamboo Peak by the name of Nangong Mingxue.”
"Sunset Peak's Yi Yingluo, in the name of my Sunset Peak's Chief Yun Shang, I recommend you to be the next Sunset Peak's Chief.”
"Sky-Piercing Peak's Jun Potian, in the name of our Sky-Piercing Peak's chief Luo Tianyu, is recommended as the next Sky-Piercing Peak's chief.”
One by one, the names of the successors appeared in front of everyone in an orderly manner. After nearly a month of careful testing by Zeng Shushu, the 22nd generation disciple finally received the recognition of the predecessor. He took over the position left behind by the 20th generation and led the Qingyun Sect to the next sixty years.
At the same time, the recruitment of another generation of Qingyun Sect disciples began in full swing along with the replacement of the sect master and elders.
Time passed quickly. In the blink of an eye, the Qingyun Sect had been updated for a month. On this day, the Hierarch Zhao Wumian was busy dealing with the mountain of things. He rubbed his temples that were sore from fatigue when he suddenly saw the disciples guarding outside the hall running in in a panic.
Frowning, Zhao Wumian's pen moved like lightning. He asked a question, but he didn't even raise his head." What's the matter?”
The panting gatekeeping disciple seemed to have run a long way. Hearing the Hierarch's voice, he seemed to be unhappy and hurriedly circulated his qi to regulate his breathing.
"Hierarch, a boy in tattered clothes appeared at the mountain gate. He doesn't seem to be a resident of the northwest region, but I don't know where he sneaked in.”
"Kacha!" With a burst of energy, the teacup on the table turned into dust.
A boy who wasn't from the Northwest? How did he get into the northwest, which was blocked by the wall? Could it be that the sixty-year-cycle had already been destroyed by the seal? Thinking of this, Zhao Wumian could no longer maintain his usual calm expression.
"Inform the other six peak masters to come for a meeting. When that child wakes up, bring him to the main hall.”
Zhao Wumian's forehead was covered in cold sweat, and his hand was being squeezed so hard that it made cracking sounds. If it was really as he had guessed, wouldn't the Qingyun Sect's oath of sealing the mountain for a hundred years become a joke?!
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