Junior sister, keep forbear for a while, I almost become invincible as soon! Chapter 825 - 823: The Purple Divine Brilliance of Dawn

For a long ti, Nangong Jue did not speak. His deeply sunken eyes were indescribably murky as he quietly gazed in the direction of Qingfeng.

Many years have passed.

That lineage never restarted.

Whenever new disciples asked, Nangong Jue would always eagerly say, "That is the pride of our Wuji Sect."

"Isn’t Qingfeng lineage nonexistent now? Where’s the pride?" a curious new disciple asked.

"It once existed."

"What about now? Where did they go?"

"They left, went to a very far place, and are battling in that world..." Nangong Jue explained, "They are very strong, nearly invincible on the Heaven Martial Continent."

Upon hearing the words "invincible," all the new disciples were stunned and then began to dream.

Divine King? Or perhaps the Imperial Way? Or even the Lord State?

In their concept, the Lord State was already the pinnacle, and they figured that the practitioners of the Qingfeng lineage must be of this state.

If so, Qingfeng might truly be invincible on the Heaven Martial Continent.

They were dazed.

In many sermons, Nangong Jue would inadvertently reveal Qingfeng, as he did not want people to forget this lineage.

Sadly, far too much ti has passed.

The people of that generation have either gone far away, died of old age, or failed to transcend calamities.

Fewer and fewer people know about Qingfeng.

Crash!

Nangong Jue suddenly stood up and walked a few steps towards Qingfeng.

Over a hundred people behind him froze, then silently followed.

Since Qingfeng’s lineage left, Nangong Jue had sealed the place; no one was allowed close, nor could they easily enter.

Therefore, everyone was curious about the lineage that wrote invincible legends; what was it truly like?

A simple bamboo fence courtyard, an ancient tree, and a stretch of green grassland that was now overgrown with weeds.

There were no ancient buildings here, not a single splendid palace; everything was simple.

A little further away lay a pond, but now it had dried up, leaving behind a large amount of silt.

Suddenly...

They spotted a skeleton beneath the grass.

The skeleton sat amid the weeds surrounding him, nearly covering his entire body. Without careful attention, it was hard to notice.

Nangong Jue suddenly burst into tears, like a child stumbling to the skeleton: "Sect Leader!"

The one who passed away here was Baili Jiansan.

Back when Chen Pingping returned to the sect with Hongxiu, Baili Jiansan retired and traveled extensively.

Upon hearing that Wuji Sect was leaving the Heaven Martial Continent, he rushed back here, but unfortunately... he was a step too late, and Baili Jiansan sat here until his death.

Nangong Jue frequently visited here, talking with Baili Jiansan about many things.

Until one day when Nangong Jue ca again, Baili Jiansan had completely lost his life force.

He rembered the sect leader’s last words: "If only I could see Little Sister once more!"

From Chen Pingping’s entrance into the sect to Guang Xiaoyu’s entry to Zi Ji’s joining...

Baili Jiansan never saw Wen Yuqing. He often lanted with Nangong Jue: "I failed Little Sister; as a senior, I didn’t understand her hardship. She must have endured so much; her disciples have grown, but for the path ahead, I... am powerless."

Over a hundred people’s hearts were moved.

Nangong Jue cried tears, clutching the skeleton: "You’re gone, what do I do? Guarding this place alone, I... I am so tired."

Since Qingfeng’s lineage left.

Wuji Sect didn’t suddenly rise; instead, it faced various terrifying massacres, with nurous formidable enemies arriving.

Luckily, before leaving, Chen Pingping left so foundation behind, allowing him to stabilize the sect’s situation, and then gradually rise.

But now, he is old, and should the calamity arrive again, perhaps it would be even more dreadful than before.

He is powerless now.

"The calamity is about to arrive, I... I can’t face it, with Wuji Sect having five thousand disciples, Sect Leader, what should I do?" Nangong Jue lanted...

A middle-aged man stepped forward from behind, with a robust build and resolute face. He said firmly, "Master, no matter what calamity or formidable enemy it is, I, Xu Fenglai, will never retreat."

He was Nangong Jue’s eighth disciple, unparalleled in talent and wisdom, with a profound interest in cultivation from an early age.

Later, he joined the sect, apprenticed under Nangong Jue.

Unfortunately, Nangong Jue always said, "The Heaven Martial Continent is not suitable for you; you ca too late. Had you joined earlier, born earlier, with your aptitude, you would surely shine brightly."

Xu Fenglai was indeed outstanding.

But Qingfeng’s lineage was long gone, and his path was severed.

Nangong Jue could not provide him much.

Hearing the disciple’s voice, he instinctively turned back, his gaze complicated: "You should go!"

"Master!" Xu Fenglai’s heart trembled, "A disciple won’t leave."

"There’s no future staying here, your path is already severed. You should go to a bigger world, where there is complete Tao, with order of heaven and earth, and abundant Spirit Qi..." As he spoke, Nangong Jue’s emotions grew increasingly intense: "Leaving here is your only choice."

"I won’t leave!" Xu Fenglai responded loudly, "Even if the calamity arrives and enemies attack, I, Xu Fenglai, will stay here and face it with my fellow disciples. I will stand like senior brothers do, even if it ans dying, beneath the sect."

He stood unyielding, eyes filled with tears.

His straight figure was like a sword of dawn.

The fellow disciples behind were all moved.

Xu Fenglai is truly capable.

Xu Fenglai is truly remarkable.

However, the Heaven Martial Continent has already limited his path; if he doesn’t leave, he remains unable to break through for his entire life, and his end would only be like Nangong Jue, dying of old age here.

"You!"

Nangong Jue was agitated, his aged body shivered uncontrollably. Looking at this stubborn disciple before him, for a mont, he didn’t know what to say.

As a sect leader’s disciple, he should remain in the sect, facing the calamity with fellow disciples.

But as a genius, he shouldn’t be buried here; his path is long, and he clearly could have a better future...

Furthermore, perhaps Xu Fenglai alone from the Wuji Sect can enter the Nine Heavens, so given enough ti, if Xu Fenglai finds Chen and the others, this calamity could be avoided.

This is the only chance!

Yet Nangong Jue did not say.

Xu Fenglai was his beloved disciple; he always harbored a personal desire.

Boom!

Just then, a thunderous roar ca from far on the distant land, reaching here.

Everyone raised their heads, watching in the direction of the sound.

Nangong Jue bristled, seemingly sensing sothing, his cloudy eyes widened imnsely.

They’ve co.

They are coming.

"What’s happening?"

"No idea!"

"Is soone transcending a calamity?"

"This? The commotion is way too large!" People discussed in confusion, unaware of the impending calamity, mistaking it for rely soone transcending a calamity.

But next, purple Divine Brilliance bead from deep within the Heaven Domain in that direction, visible clearly over tens of thousands of miles to all the practitioners.

Along with it ca a strong pressure; within re minutes, it pressed upon this land. Everyone bristled, their bodies trembled.

Divine Might spread over them, and they all felt as though facing gods, pressing upon their spirits, as if their entire bodies would kneel, their Divine Souls trembling.

The Wuji Sect’s higher-ups were alard.

Xu Fenglai’s gaze was firm, with hands clenched tightly.

Nangong Jue straightened his body, his cloudy gaze becoming passionate; at this mont, he seed to return to his pri, with astonishing blood essence emanating: "Everyone retreat."

Soon, from the Heaven Domain, a voice echoed: "I heard Chen Pingping’s foundation is here."