Over a hundred years had passed in the Dongyuan Realm, and more than a year had elapsed in the Cangyun Realm.
The Great Tournant of Ten Thousand Sects was already at the point of its official comncent.
This letter of communication originated from the host of Wanlong City, the Biluo Sect.
This major sect, which erged with the inception of the Great Tournant of Ten Thousand Sects, was always responsible for handling the specific arrangents.
From the start of the Great Tournant of Ten Thousand Sects until its conclusion, and until the disciples of all Holy Lands and various sects departed, all logistics were guaranteed by the Biluo Sect.
In exchange, every hundred years, the Biluo Sect would receive a substantial paynt from among the major Holy Lands, including the Taixuan Holy Land.
The Taixuan Holy Land had been secluded for a long ti, devoid of fresh blood, and it had been quite a while since it last participated in grand events like the Great Tournant of Ten Thousand Sects. However, during the tenure of Geng Yiyang, tily deliveries of Spirit Pills and Magical Treasures were always made.
To most people, Geng Yiyang's actions seed sowhat wasteful, but their effects were obvious.
Even though Taixuan had not participated in the Great Tournant of Ten Thousand Sects for a long ti, Chu Zheng and a multitude of Taixuan Disciples still received the highest standard of treatnt.
The language within the letter was very courteous, inviting Chu Zheng to co out of seclusion and attend the opening ceremony of the Great Tournant of Ten Thousand Sects.
After a mont of contemplation, Chu Zheng discontinued his refinent of Immortal Qi and got up to leave his seclusion.
Since his initial arrival in the Cangyun Realm, Chu Zheng had been aware of the Great Tournant of Ten Thousand Sects.
In a twinkle of ten years, counting the years he had spent incarnating and traversing tribulations, he had personally experienced hundreds of seasons. Now, as he recalled the days at the Song Residence, he couldn't help but feel a trace of emotion.
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Outside the secret chamber stood a Taixuan Disciple on guard, a young man of sixteen or seventeen, whose cultivation had already entered the Entry Path.
"Taixuan Inner Sect, Lang Jing, pays respects to the Saint Lord."
The disciple bowed deeply, his eyes filled with admiration.
The Saint Lord was not much older than themselves, but he had already etched a myth into history. Almost every Taixuan Disciple viewed Chu Zheng as a benchmark.
"Has there been any unusual activity in Wanlong City lately?"
Chu Zheng casually inquired. After being in seclusion for over a year, a place teeming with a mix of dragons and fishes like Wanlong City must have undergone so significant changes.
"Nothing major has happened recently."
Lang Jing pondered for a mont and shook his head slightly, "Wanlong City has been very quiet. The prodigies of various sects are mostly in seclusion, presumably adjusting their condition in preparation for the competition."
Chu Zheng was slightly surprised and nodded, ready to leave.
"Saint Lord, should I inform the lady?"
Lang Jing couldn't help but add, "The lady cos here every day, waiting for your seclusion to end."
Song Lingxue held a sowhat special status in the Taixuan Holy Land. She had no specific position, but as Chu Zheng's wife by formal marriage, during this period, all Taixuan Disciples referred to her as 'lady'.
Just as Chu Zheng was about to speak, a figure approached from not far away, clad in a light cyan vestnt robe, tall and slender. Her hair was tucked up with a Spirit Hairpin, revealing her delicate brows and eyes like a painting. At this mont, her gaze was deep, with no hint of joy on her face.
"Lingxue."
A slight smile appeared in Chu Zheng's eyes. To him, it had been a century since he last saw Song Lingxue, and his heart was inevitably in turmoil.
"Are you going out?"
Song Lingxue lowered her eyelids, glanced at the Spiritual Light about to dissipate in front of the secret chamber's door, and imdiately knew soone had sent a ssage.
If no one had sent a ssage, Chu Zheng likely would not have left his seclusion yet.
Chu Zheng faintly sensed sothing was off with Song Lingxue's emotions, but couldn't imdiately fathom why, so he nodded with a smile:
"A ssage from the Biluo Sect, inviting to attend the opening ceremony of the Great Tournant of Ten Thousand Sects. You'll accompany ."
Upon hearing this, Song Lingxue's gaze dimd slightly, and she lowered her head in agreent: "Alright."
Her ti left by Chu Zheng's side was already limited. His seclusion this ti had already taken more than a year.
The Great Tournant of Ten Thousand Sects wouldn't last very long. As the Taixuan Holy Master, Chu Zheng's days ahead would probably be full of trivial matters, and the tis they could be alone together would only decrease.
Her stay in the Cangyun Realm had entered its final countdown.
Chu Zheng observed Song Lingxue, who seed sowhat listless, with a glimr of light flashing in his eyes. He noticed nothing unusual, which puzzled him: "What's troubling your mind?"
"Nothing," Song Lingxue shook her head, saying no more.
Chu Zheng's eyes shifted lightly, and he smiled faintly: "After we return later, I have sothing for you."
"What is it?" Song Lingxue's heart stirred, and she lifted her head: "Spirit Pills and Magical Treasures are of no use to ; you should keep them for yourself."
To her, these items of the Immortal Path were indeed not very useful. Continue your adventure with empire
"It's not those. You'll know when we return."
Chu Zheng held back from saying more, took Song Lingxue's hand, and proceeded towards the center of Wanlong City.
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It was still early, and dawn was just breaking.
The center of Wanlong City was already crowded with people.
In the middle, there stood a White Jade Immortal Palace, suspended in mid-air. In front of the palace, there sat a high platform with five chairs in red, white, black, yellow, and green, representing the Five Great Holy Lands of the Southern Region.
Atop the high platform, there was no one. In front of the palace, a multitude of figures had gathered, each one a Holy Land Elder or a distinguished mber of a True Immortal Noble Family.
And from the Martial Hall ca two special envoys, Xie Xingzhong and Yu Ning.
The pair looked in high spirits with ruddy cheeks, chatting and laughing with the surrounding crowd, dispelling any previous awkwardness.
Clearly, during their ti in the Cangyun Realm, they had not been strangers to these grand sects of Immortals.
A red streak flashed across the void, landing before the Immortal Palace,
Song Lingxue, unwilling to interact with these people, stayed outside the assembly.
Chu Zheng's gaze swept over the people before him, eventually resting on Bai Zhixiao, cloaked in black.
As the only one among them to have stepped into the Immortal Tribulation Secret Realm, and as the Taixu Saint Lord, he stood among the crowd like the moon surrounded by stars.
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