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Chapter 118 The Three Sects and Three Paths

Chapter 118: Chapter 118 The Three Sects and Three Paths

Originally, the Three Sects were all orthodox Immortal Sects, nestled among the mountain ranges, amid swirling white clouds and dancing immortal cranes.

However, with the great change of heaven and earth and the transmission of Tao Law becoming difficult, the last epoch ended. In order to survive, all major sects had to adapt and change.

The Wanyu Sect opened thousands of meridians in the Outer Sect, and countless children continuously innovated. Then, it pooled together the Hundred Veins of the Inner Door Seven Peaks, unified them again, and ushered in a flourishing era.

Daqian abandoned the form of a sect, immersed itself in the world, and established the Immortal Dynasty. It opened Immortal Academies everywhere, intending to turn every spiritual root into a dragon.

The Flying Immortal Sect was the most radical, completely abandoning the unified power structure. It transformed one sect into a thousand, established thousands of flying immortal branches, and harbored wild ambitions of each sect having a flying immortal, offering tribute to thousands of immortals, thereby entering the era of the Sect Alliance.

These Three Sects were the dominant forces that Wang Zijia was aware of in the vicinity. No one could say which was superior or inferior. After all, to survive the period of Taoist law discontinuity and flourish again, each must have its own advantages.

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The three major forces progressed side by side for about an hour before slowing down in one region.

As Wang Zijia had intentionally sat at the edge of the cloud, his perspective was excellent.

Looking downwards, he could clearly see that a huge area below was covered by a special force field. Even though they were thousands of meters high in the sky at this moment, they could still clearly see its scope, indicating how vast it was.

The entire force field area was covered by a layer of gray mist, with visibility so poor that details inside couldn’t be made out. The mist was surrounded by a large expanse of primeval forest.

As the cloud descended, Wang Zijia noticed that on the edge of the misty area, in one corner that seemed like an entrance, there was a mud and stone square without any vegetation cover. Many people were already waiting there.

There were flying boats that could carry hundreds of people

Also, there were gray clouds that could accommodate ten or so people

And luxurious carriage arrays that could accommodate dozens of people······

All at the entrance, various flying vehicles held different groups of people. Apart from the team leaders, most were peak children.

Obviously, these should be small forces under the banner of the three major forces, either affiliated clans, affiliated sects, or neutral personnel from the Market Square or the Business League.

In addition to this, there were some individuals with extraordinary demeanor and outstanding talent.

These were likely members of large forces from the outer territories who had obtained quotas by chance and had come to join in the excitement. For example, if disciples from powers like Wentian Pavilion had quotas to join the excitement, the major sects would have to show some respect. As long as there were quotas, they usually would not stop them, as it was the rule.

Wang Zijia and the three major forces they were with, a total of three thousand disciples, came down neatly, as if descended from the immortal world, and landed in the center of the mud and stone square, under the envy of numerous eyes.

After greeting them, a few leading Wines Monks flew to the front, into the circle of Wine Monks.

With their arrival, the Martial Uncles were warmly welcomed and surrounded by others like stars around the moon.

At this moment, Wang Zijia and the others didn’t act recklessly but waited placidly in their original spots.

The thousands of children from the three sects maintained their posture harmoniously, elegant and graceful, with mana revealed slightly in their appearance. They showed a touch of extraordinary charm, a sense of pride, and a bit of arrogance emanating from their chests.

This led to the envy, jealousy, and hatred of the many smaller forces around them. It also sparked their longing and expectation to rise from a subordinate force and become one of them.

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The group of Wine Monks did not keep everyone waiting for long. After the arrival of the Consumer Three Sects, everyone was in place.

Therefore, Wang Zijia and the others only waited for about seven minutes before the tens of Wine Monks in front took to the sky, creating an array in a disordered yet orderly fashion.

With the nine Wine Monks leading the Wanyu, Daqian, and Flying Immortal Sects, their mana surged, condensing into a beam of Light.

"Open!"

With a cry from the leading Wine Monk.

"Boom!"

The mana light column collided with the force field ahead. The encompassing grey mist continually roiled, and a silver light gate emerged, gradually expanding until it finally transformed into a massive light gate.

The silver light in the gate rippled like flowing water. Through the silver light, as if peering through the surface of a lake, many derelict buildings could vaguely be seen inside.

"All disciples of Wanyu Sect, heed my command!"

With the formation and stabilization of the light gate, the formidable female martial uncle leading the casting let out a cold call.

"Present!"

A thousand peak children, all respectfully responded in unison.

"Enter the domain quickly in search of your own opportunities. Remember to clear the demonic beings in the domain as much as possible. The shortest is half a month, and the latest is two months. Once the demon qi in the mysterious domain falls back, the door to the domain will rise again to lead you away from the domain."

"We will obey your teachings, Martial Uncle!"

Among the words spoken by the disciples, they lifted their energy into light bodies, transforming into streaming lights that rushed into the massive light gate.

The disciples from the other two sects next to them also entered the stage one after another.

Following them were several powerful foreign sect disciples, then it was pandemonium, with members of various minor factions displaying their divine powers and vying to rush into the light gate.

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As Wang Zijia passed through the light gate, it felt as if he were walking through the surface of a lake.

Then his mind felt a bit dazed. As soon as Wang Zijia noticed a feeling of weightlessness attacking him.

When he opened his eyes, he found himself suspended dozens of meters in the air, falling downwards.

A moment of panic later, the basic information about the Hundred Demon Bewitching Domain flashed through his mind, not attempting to summon a paper kite to stabilize his figure.

Because you couldn’t fly here, the moment you left the ground by several meters in the entire mysterious domain, a ban to enforce flight would be triggered.

Wang Zijia let his body fall. As he was about to hit the ground, his mana exploded abruptly, rushing downwards like a counterblow airflow, and his falling speed suddenly slowed down.

"Thunk!"

With a soft sound, Wang Zijia’s feet landed, leaving a not-so-small pit in the ground.

"Boom······"

As he struck, many of the decaying buildings around him were affected and collapsed outward. It seemed that he had landed in the middle of a ruined town.

Before Wang Zijia had time to observe his surroundings, he looked up in response to a vague sense of something. He could see some tiny black dots continually falling from the grey sky.

Obviously, the main forces were entering the Mysterious Domain now.

This mysterious domain had been cultivated by the sects for thousands of years. The domain had completely imprisoned this space, as if it were another world, with all kinds of strange rules.

"Plop!"

Wang Zijia hadn’t even withdrawn his gaze when a noise awoke him. He saw a pitch-black figure transforming into a vague afterimage and charging directly at him.

’Spell: Ethereal Crystal Shield!’

An energy cover-like transparent domain appeared, enveloping Wang Zijia.

’Spell: Earth Spear Spirit Arrow!’

Then, seven miniature earth spears, each the length of a forearm, quickly condensed in front of Wang Zijia and were shot out at the incoming black shadow.