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Chapter 617 - 534: Reincarnation of Sword Immortal Surprises Changbao

Chapter 617: Chapter 534: Reincarnation of Sword Immortal Surprises Changbao

The one at hand was a classic example of this.

Everyone knew why, as the old man continued to believe in the legend of ascending to immortality on the day of the Hidden Tower’s reboot.

Eight thousand years, even for a monk, was a long time. Infant Gods had replaced one another for eight or nine generations, and many aspects of the Hidden Tower had become actual legends, tales of the era of the Immortal Alliance.

A mythical story from the age when Immortal Venerates existed.

Over the years, fewer and fewer people, besides the Li Family, focused on planning to win the ultimate reward of the Hidden Tower’s Blood Coffin.

No one else!

The qualifications were too hard to obtain. The treasures of the tower-town had no feelings and wouldn’t compromise. They only recognized whether contributions, talents, and foundations were sufficient. Only then could one obtain a slumbering quota.

The minimum requirement was cultivation at the peak of Infant Godhood, mastery of at least ten different Dao Consistencies – not the accumulation of cores, just the cultivation of Tao Law.

But even so, could an ordinary person get that far?

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With the inquiries from the crowd’s eyes, the elder, Li Wangzu, fell silent, saying, "I’m not clear on the specific details. This meeting was personally announced by Patriarch Gui Ling."

"Patriarch Gui Ling has awakened again?"

"The Patriarch scheduled the meeting?"

"Is there any critical news to declare?"

"Is the legend from the tower true? The eight thousand year deadline is approaching; will our Hidden Tower reopen to the world?"

"·······"

Upon hearing this, everyone became spirited.

Every true descendant from the Hidden Faction respected Patriarch Gui Ling. After all, this person has been guarding the Hidden Faction for nearly eight thousand years.

Not only once did he help the Hidden Faction survive a generational crisis.

If it weren’t for his protection, the Hidden Tower’s factions wouldn’t even maintain their current situation, their inheritance might have been lost long ago.

The Immortal Alliance was no more, their unique identities shouldn’t be known to the sects. If found, they might be labeled as traitors.

Under such conditions, most of them came from ordinary disciples and worked their way up.

The elder, Li Wangzu, shook his head silently in response to everyone’s questions, saying, "I don’t know what the specifics are."

Upon hearing this, everyone fell silent.

"I heard that the Li family found the ancient ruins that have been sought after for a long time?" A strong man of the Wanyu Secret Hall suddenly changed the subject.

"I guess so!" Li Wangzu replied.

"Is this legend true? What’s in the secret realm?" The Prefect of Daqian’s Divine Capture Bureau asked.

Li Wangzu shook his head, saying, "I don’t know, the key to the secret realm has been sent out."

"Uh!"

"What?"

"You gave it away?"

"This is······"

"Patriarch Gui Ling insisted!" the elder, Li Wangzu added in time.

"Alright!"

"This is indeed······"

"What does the Patriarch want to do?"

"By the way, how’s the recent battle situation in Wanyu?"

"I heard we’re forming an alliance again?"

"Even if we form an alliance again, we can’t return to the era when the Immortal Alliance was united. We, the Hidden Faction, can’t appear publicly, can we?"

"······"

People gathered without knowing the purpose. So during the waiting period, they started chatting casually.

Those who had power amongst the Hidden Faction generally came from the underground palace. After their cultivation was successful, they would occasionally return to teach, and even many elders returned here for their retirement. Compared to the sects, this place felt more like home.

Therefore, everyone was very familiar with each other, chatting casually, without reservation.

After half a day, the expression of the elder Li Wangzu changed suddenly. Without saying a word, he disappeared from the spot, leaving the four afterimages in mutual reluctance.

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Moving on to Wang Zijia.

Because of the original celebration by Chu Jiefu, Wang Zijia’s Demon Seeds were already widespread in many parts of Changbao.

Sword Burial Valley, a cultivation sanctum of Changbao State, naturally had a large number of people going there.

Wang Zijia selected a common target as the anchor, sneaked out of its Sea of Consciousness, and disappeared after hiding his figure. Only then did he open the passage and let his main body arrive at Sword Burial Valley.

The Sword Burial Valley had changed drastically compared to Black Pond Valley eight thousand years ago.

Probably because of the previous wars, the canyon area had expanded several times, including the exit direction.

It wouldn’t even be called a canyon anymore because only half was embedded in the mountains, while the other half connected to the outer plains.

A large heroic city was built along the lake in the valley and spread out of the canyon, extending far into the distance. It was as if the city was embedded in the mountains.

On the right side of the canyon, there were giant hills that had been carved into a monumental sword by powerful mana, half of the sword point embedded in the earth, with the hilt and blade exposed.

Sword Burial Valley.

The red dust sword was honored by Immortal, her talent stunned the world;

She supposed to roaming the blue sky freely, but the sentient being owed her something;

----In the 113th year of Immortal Fall, Li Lan left a memory for the Sword Immortal, Sheng Hong.

On the sword monument, there was a not-so-classic inscription that lasted thousands of years. Obviously, it was protected by infected mana and a long-term array.

Looking at that sword monument, Wang Zijia, floating in the air, paused.

Li Lan, huh?

She could be considered the only God Monarch who could be called a good friend in Wang Zijia’s past, right?

Although they didn’t interact deeply, they had similar ideals.

After a moment of absent-mindedness, Wang Zijia, hovering above the city, closed his eyes and cautiously sensed the location of the Demon’s Spirit Light.

"Hm? Is it underground? It seems that the Hidden Faction has continued the tradition of the underground palace!"