There are many immortal mountains in Sichuan, and Emei Mountain is far away and difficult to compare with.
The Emei Sect, one of the three Holy Lands, was located here.
There was an island suspended in the air above the Emei Golden Peak.
The islands lined up and formed a formation.
At the center of the islands, under a thousand-year-old tree, sat an old man and a young man.
The old man sat cross-legged in a navy blue robe. His white hair and long beard drooped down, and his eyes seemed to contain the starry sky. He contained everything and had a sage-like aura.
"If the Dao can be Dao, then it cannot be Dao. A name can be named, but it is not a name. Dao Yi…"
The old man's mouth revealed the scriptures. It sounded simple, but it was very difficult to comprehend.
The young man closed his eyes and meditated. Mystic light bloomed around his body.
The scriptures turned into truths and spread in his mind. Every word turned into a dao pattern and played out countless transformations in his mind.
Purple light shone from the youth's body, soaring into the sky.
The purple light shone brightly and dyed the sky purple.
Accompanied by the purple light, there was an image of all things rising, and there was even the roar of the Chaos Demon God.
It was as if he had returned to the time when the world was created, when demons were dancing.
If one were to observe carefully, one would discover that this purple light was actually slowly approaching the youth at an undetectable speed and fusing into his body.
The preaching continued for three days and three nights, and the purple light on the young man's body grew brighter and brighter.
When the purple light gathered into a line and slowly faded away.
The young man's body shook violently. At the same time, a wave of air was generated from his body and blew in all directions.
His white robe was blown away by the wind, and the huge movement overturned all the plants. It felt as if it swept through the entire world and destroyed everything.
However, the strange thing was that this wave of air was restricted by a mysterious force on this island. No matter how turbulent it was, it could not be blown out. It could only stir up violent winds and waves within a limited distance.
"Buzz!" A muffled sound came from the young man's body, as if a big bell was being struck, and it sounded continuously in his ears.
The airwaves became more and more turbulent, like a raging dragon that was about to shake the heavens and earth.
In the face of such a situation, the old man continued to preach, but the joy in his eyes was not hidden.
The muffled sound from the youth's body rang out nine times, and the airwaves became stronger and stronger.
In the end, the old man had no choice but to use the seal to stabilize the array formation.
When the tenth muffled sound was heard, the young man's body emitted a terrifying aura.
At this moment, all the airwaves dissipated, and all the movements disappeared without a trace.
If it wasn't for the fact that the scene had been destroyed, no one would have known what had happened here.
When everything returned to normal, the young man slowly opened his eyes.
The Eight Trigrams of Taiji condensed in his eyes and disappeared with a flash of purple light. In the end, it disappeared and returned to black and white.
"Thank you, Master!" The young man stood up with a respectful expression and clasped his hands together in greeting.
"Disciple, you don't have to do this." The old man shook his head and smiled." Looking at the world today, Mount Emei, Mount Shu, and Kunlun are known as the three holy lands of cultivation.”
"Of course, the Demon Subduing Pagoda built by the guardian deity of Mount Shu gathers the power of the human world. Kunlun sits on the Holy Land of Kunlun and is blessed by the heavens.”
"Although I was struggling to hold on, I was barely able to maintain it. It was only when you appeared that I saw the light of hope.”
"Your talent is extraordinary and rare in the world. In my opinion, there has never been anyone who can surpass you since ancient times.”
"Emei is truly fortunate to have a disciple like you!”
The old man was none other than the current Sect Leader of the Emei Sect, Daoist Golden Summit.
The young man was his last disciple, Jiang Han.
Jiang Han remained silent, his expression calm and emotionless.
However, there was a hint of emotion in his eyes.
Jiang Han wasn't a native, or rather, his soul wasn't a person of this world. He had transmigrated.
The reason for his transmigration was very simple. He was a hero who saved a damsel in distress by chance. As a result, he was stabbed to death by someone. When he closed his eyes and woke up again, he became the last disciple of the Golden Summit Daoist in the world of the Immortal and Sword.
As the exclusive disciple of the Golden Summit Daoist, he naturally had a bright spot.
Although Jiang Han was only eighteen years old, his cultivation was already at the first level of enlightenment. He was one level higher than Xu Changqing, the number one genius in the world eighteen years ago.
The cultivation realms were divided into Xiantian sixth level, Refined God sixth level, Enlightenment ninth level, Immortal ninth level, and Earth Immortal ninth level.
With his achievements at a young age, Jiang Han's name naturally spread throughout the world and he became a peerless prodigy that everyone knew.
The entire cultivation world believed that Jiang Han would become a genius of the Earth Celestial Stage at the youngest age because he had already broken through the first level of enlightenment at the age of 18. There had never been such a record since ancient times. If nothing unexpected happened, he would definitely become an immortal.
The reason why Jiang Han could cultivate so quickly was because he had a system.
It was called the Divine Sword Immortal System!
As the name implied, it specialized in nurturing sword immortals.
When he transmigrated to the world of the Legend of the Sword and Fairy, the system had already awakened.
However, before the age of five, Jiang Han's body was too weak. If he rashly cultivated, it was very likely that his future would be ruined.
After the age of five, Jiang Han began his journey of cultivation under the guidance of the Golden Peak Daoist.
He reached the sixth level of the Xiantian realm at the age of eight, the sixth level of the Refined God realm at the age of fifteen, and the first level of the Dao at the age of eighteen.
Others needed ten or a hundred years to sharpen their sword, but with the help of the system, Jiang Han had become an unparalleled genius in the eyes of the world in a few years!
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