Chapter 156 The Grand Gathering of Immortals in the Past, That Figure of an Immortal King!
"Yes, it's you..."
At this moment, Qingyunzi's voice trembled as he saw Jiang Chen's avatar clearly.
With just one glance, this supreme ancestor, who commanded respect across three thousand provinces and was revered as a god by countless cultivators, completely lost his composure.
He stared intently at the figure in white, his cloudy old eyes instantly filling with tears.
That was an extremely distant memory, so distant that the river of time has almost washed it away.
In that era, he was merely an insignificant disciple of the outer sect of the Primordial Immortal Court, as insignificant as dust.
At that grand gathering of immortals that shook all the heavens and the myriad realms, all the immortals came to pay homage, and the immortal king bowed his head.
On the distant edge of the sea of people, he was fortunate enough to catch a glimpse of that supreme being who sat high in the heavens, receiving the highest worship of all the heavens.
Although it was just a blurry profile, that aura of unparalleled dominance and transcendence above the Great Dao was deeply imprinted in his true spirit, indelible for all eternity!
Even if he were reduced to ashes, he would still recognize him!
At this moment, Qingyunzi could no longer control his emotions.
He suddenly stopped in mid-air, and then, disregarding his supreme dignity, knelt down in front of Jiang Chen in front of tens of thousands of disciples!
"Qingyunzi, an outcast from the Primordial Immortal Court and an outer disciple, pays respects to the Immortal Master!"
"Countless eons have passed, and your disciple... your disciple has finally seen you again!"
This kneeling caused the heavens and the earth to tremble!
This cry is heartbreaking to all who hear it!
Who would have thought that this powerful patriarch, who founded the vast Qingyun Sect, would be crying like a child who has lost his home?
Immediately afterwards, a rustling sound came from behind.
Seeing that even their own ancestor was kneeling, how could the tens of thousands of Qingyun Sect elders, true disciples, and inner sect elites behind them dare to stand still?
Although they did not know who the white-robed youth was, the fact that even the patriarch had to address him as master was a terrifying concept.
In an instant, countless cultivators knelt down on the clouds and kowtowed to the avatar.
"Greetings, Immortal Lord!!"
"Greetings, Immortal Lord!!!"
In an instant, ten thousand people shouted, their voices shaking the heavens.
The entire upper realm was filled with a thunderous roar that surged straight to the heavens, even shattering the clouds above.
Meanwhile, in the uprooted Stone Village, the Great Demon God Shi Zhongtian was completely dumbfounded.
He stared blankly at the old man kneeling at the front, emanating an aura that almost made him lose his balance.
"That...that level of powerhouse, they could probably crush countless capitals of the Stone Kingdom with a single finger, right?"
"And such a person is merely an outer disciple of that master?"
"Still a traitor?!"
At this moment, Jiang Chen's image in the Great Demon God's heart was no longer just that of a god; it was an indescribable and unimaginable forbidden existence.
At that moment, Jiang Chen stood in the void, dressed in white, his expression serene.
He looked at Qingyunzi, who was weeping bitterly in front of him, and a trace of reminiscence flashed in his eyes. Then he raised his hand and waved it gently.
In an instant, a gentle force lifted Qingyunzi up.
"Foolish child, get up."
Jiang Chen's voice was calm, yet incredibly authoritative.
"Back then, you fell into the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths by accident. I never expected that after countless years, you would have become a supreme being."
"It wasn't in vain that you swept the fallen leaves in my Celestial Court for three thousand years."
Sweep...sweep up fallen leaves?!
Upon hearing this, not only the Great Demon God, but also Meng Tianzheng and the Peacock God, who had been famous in the Upper Realm for a long time, had their mouths twitching wildly.
A supreme realm expert was once just sweeping fallen leaves for others?
Is the threshold of the Primordial Celestial Court really that high?
At this moment, looking at his disciple who was already incredibly old, Jiang Chen was quite moved.
"Now that we have met, this cause and effect should be put to rest."
"Once this matter is settled, you may return to the Primordial Celestial Court with me."
Upon hearing the words "return to the Celestial Court," Qingyunzi, who had been kneeling on the ground unable to control his emotions, suddenly raised his head, trembling all over, tears streaming down his face.
"Thank you for your mercy, Immortal Lord!"
"Disciple...disciple dreams of going home!"
How many years has it been?
He eked out a living in this world with flawed laws. Although he achieved supreme status and was revered by thousands, who knew the loneliness in his heart?
My Daoist companions, friends, and relatives from back then are all in the Immortal Realm. Now, so many years have passed, how many of them are still alive?
Now, I can finally go back!
Then, Jiang Chen gently raised his hand, gesturing for him to rise. His gaze then swept over the kneeling Qingyun Sect members, and he said calmly:
"Since you are leaving with me, the Qingyun Sect cannot be without a master, nor can it be without support."
After saying that, Jiang Chen flicked his fingertips.
"Clang!"
A clear and melodious sword cry resounded throughout the heavens and earth!
In an instant, a long sword with an ancient and simple design, engraved with patterns of the sun, moon and stars, appeared out of thin air and slowly landed in the hand of the current Qingyun Sect Master.
"This sword is bestowed upon you."
Jiang Chen's voice continued, ethereal and grand:
"The sword contains three sword intents that I casually left behind."
"When drawn, it will draw blood; it can slay even a true immortal."
"Three chances are enough to ensure the Qingyun Sect's eternal prosperity, and also enough for you to comprehend sword intent and break through to the Supreme Realm."
Upon hearing this, the current sect leader of Qingyun Sect, holding the sword, was so excited that his hands trembled, and he couldn't help but kowtow on the spot:
"Thank you, Immortal Lord, for bestowing this treasure!"
"This junior will swear to protect the sect to the death and live up to the Immortal Lord's high expectations!"
Upon hearing this, Jiang Chen nodded and then turned his gaze to the people of Stone Village behind him.
Looking at the group of villagers dressed in animal skins, their eyes simple yet revealing a hint of unease, Jiang Chen's gaze softened slightly. He then continued to instruct the Qingyun Sect Master:
"These people are old friends of mine from the mortal realm."
"Find a secluded place within the sect that is rich in spiritual energy and has a tranquil environment, and settle them in properly."
"Remember to take good care of them. Do not allow the disciples within the sect to be arrogant or disruptive, nor should you allow external disturbances to disturb their peace."
"I will obey your decree!" Seeing that the Immortal Lord had given the order personally, the Qingyun Sect Master dared not be negligent and quickly agreed.
Just then, the Peacock God, who had been standing silently to the side, made a move.
He stared intently at the charred willow tree swaying in the wind behind the people of Stone Village.
It sensed a familiar yet terrifying aura emanating from the willow tree.
That was something it encountered by chance when it was still an ordinary little peacock, before it rose to prominence.
It blots out the sky and supports the stars!
Moreover, each willow leaf contains a ball of light, which is a divine kingdom!
It was a drop of divine liquid bestowed by the divine willow that enabled it to quickly stand out in the clan and has now become a giant, known as the Peacock God Lord, in charge of the clan!
"This aura, could it be..."
At this moment, the Peacock God, having clearly seen the charred willow tree, could no longer care about maintaining his divine demeanor.
He stumbled forward and bowed deeply to the willow tree not far away.
(End of chapter)