Through the promotion of the Divine Path, everyone knew that Kunlun Mountain was the Divine Mountain of the human race, a holy land for preaching, and True Man Zhang had long set up a grand array; unless permitted, one could not fly.
This array is based on the Divine Land Array, concentrating the power of the Divine Land Barrier. Even those in the Mahayana Realm dare not trespass carelessly, so everyone waits in the square.
Military Cultivators with muscles, Sword Cultivators with sharp eyes, elderly n in Taoist robes, Ox Demons carrying hoes... all sorts, each with different appearances.
So were gathered excitedly discussing, but more were looking at the mystical staircase with eyes full of longing.
Under the original arrangent, this place could be accessed normally, but due to the large initial crowd, to maintain order, a row of Earth Pavilion cultivators blocked the passage, while Yellow Pavilion cultivators called nas for entry in batches.
"Group Yi-Chou, enter the mountain gate!"
"Group Yi-Wu, enter the mountain gate!"
As batches of people ascended the mountain, others continuously descended and were imdiately surrounded for inquiries.
"What is the situation up there?"
"Is True Man Zhang giving a lecture personally?"
Those being questioned either appeared in a daze or shook their heads solemnly, "The teachings cannot be lightly transmitted."
Many others looked aggrieved, "I don't have enough rit points. I won't waste ti talking with you; go up yourself, and you'll know!"
After saying that, they hurriedly left, heading towards the Yellow Pavilion, even using their body skills to vanish like a puff of smoke.
Everyone watched, exchanging glances, and couldn't help but feel an endless anticipation for the misty places atop Kunlun.
Ling Qiushui found it interesting and couldn't help but recall the first ti eting Zhang Kui; it was during a calamity in the Ancient Secret Realm, he descended like divine soldiers, soaring with heroic spirit.
At that ti, he was thought to be a wandering ranger of the Jianghu, but who would have thought he would now beco Sect Leader Zhang, revered by tens of thousands...
Ling Qiushui was lost in her mories when suddenly a clear voice ca from ahead.
"Group Bing-Yin, enter the mountain gate!"
"Senior sister, senior sister, it's our turn!"
The excited junior sisters cheered and reminded her, and Ling Qiushui snapped back to reality, quickly leading the junior sisters to the front of the steps.
Before the Divine Court Bell holy statue, they checked identities and received waist plaques one by one, finally ascending the majestic stone steps.
Kunlun Mountain stood like a celestial pillar, making the stone steps exceptionally steep. Looking up seed like a staircase reaching straight into the misty clouds.
If an ordinary person were to climb these steps, they would likely be short of breath and dizzy before reaching halfway, but for cultivators, it's easy.
Everyone moved swiftly, and more than a dozen graceful white figures swiftly ascended the stone steps, soon disappearing into the clouds and mist...
...
The spiritual mist was ethereal, light as gauze.
Ling Qiushui and the junior sisters looked up to see a wide stone platform ahead, with a massive stone beside it carved with bold characters:
Those who enter my Profound Sect must rember: teachings cannot be lightly transmitted, human hearts are unpredictable, the Dao heart cannot be deceived!
Through the promotion of the Divine Path below the mountain, everyone already knew that they must make a Taoist oath to the large stone upon entrance.
"So that's what teachings cannot be lightly transmitted ans..." Ling Qiushui nodded slightly and led the junior sisters forward to make the oath.
In this world, inheritance is a matter of life and death, and so sects only pass it to family mbers, so no one found it strange.
After making the oath, they felt as if sothing was added to their hearts, but it faded away in an instant.
They exchanged glances, unaware that this Taoist oath was bound with the Divine Path. Zhang Kui also sealed the Nightmare Prayer Skill in the stone; if one broke the oath, they'd live the rest of their lives in nightmares, their Dao heart collapsing.
Zhang Kui's caution was understandable, as the Earth Demon 72 Techniques were powerful and could harm the human race, going against his original intentions.
Just as they were about to leave, before the stone platform leading further up the mountain, a flash of divine golden light suddenly appeared. An old Taoist preparing to ascend was suppressed, kneeling on the ground, face pale and dripping with sweat.
A phantom of Shen Xu appeared, with a cold expression, saying, "Attempting to exploit without making the oath. A fine of one thousand rit points. Insufficient rit points an temporary entry is not allowed."
The old Taoist, originally from a forr National Guardian Clan, indeed harbored selfish intentions, hoping to leave a legacy for his descendants. With great effort, he had saved up rit points only to have nearly all deducted. He shalessly cried out, "rciful True God, spare !"
Unfortunately, Shen Xu paid no heed; his form vanished, while the old Taoist was expelled by a divine light from the steps, his face ashen.
Witnessing his fate, those around him felt a chill in their hearts and looked at him with disdain.
True Man Zhang teaching the world is already a grace, yet this person desired to secretly pass it to others, truly shaless.
Ling Qiushui and the others ignored it, striding up the stone steps, imdiately feeling pressure, swiftly channeling energy to resist.
Luckily, the pressure was not great, and those in the Enlightennt Realm could withstand it, easily ascending the steps.
Suddenly, a row of connected Bronze Halls appeared before them; upon careful count, there were seventy-two. The plaques on the halls bore ancient script: God-Exorcising, Inviting Immortals, Tongyou, Demon Slaying…
Beside it, a gigantic bluestone was carved with the first layer of the Earth Demon Ten Halls, and to the right of the bluestone, another stone stairway led higher up.
A female disciple widened her eyes, exclaiming, "True Man Zhang left seventy-two inheritances; which one should I choose?"
Ling Qiushui squinted slightly, looking at the big monunt outside the Bronze Hall, "That monunt introduces each inheritance. The junior sisters can read and choose by themselves."
Everyone hurried forward to view them one by one; the inscriptions described the abilities of each skill and the subsequent advanced techniques, specifying the rit points required to learn them.
Ling Qiushui, being clever, quickly understood the key points and couldn't help but praise, "Taoist Brother Zhang truly thinks things through."
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