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第三千五百二十四章 坠灵老祖

Lin Xuan was still in shock, but there was no time for hesitation. He immediately extended his divine consciousness outwards.

A moment later, Lin Xuan raised his head, a strange expression on his face.

His guess had been correct; the chaos originated from deep within the mountains. It seemed that this sect had encountered unexpected changes.

Lin Xuan did not act rashly but decided to observe the situation first before making any decisions.

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At the same time, deep within the Fading Spirit Sect,

The Fading Spirit Sect was a legacy from ancient times. Moving its main headquarters to Sunset Pine Mountain was only about ten thousand years ago.

No one knew why, but it had all been orchestrated by the Supreme Elder Fading Spirit.

Speaking of this Fading Spirit Supreme Elder, he was truly a legendary figure. According to legend, he wasn't originally a cultivator from the spirit realm; instead, he ascended from a lower plane.

Yes, an ascended cultivator.

Of course, "this world" and "that world" were different realms corresponding to each other. He and Lin Xuan did not come from the same place.

After arriving in the spirit realm, his initial situation was similar to Lin Xuan's—stranger in a strange land—but he still persisted with rigorous cultivation.

Over time, he reached the Profound Void Stage. One day, through sheer luck, he joined the Fading Spirit Sect as an honored guest elder.

At that time, the Fading Spirit Sect was just a minor sect, barely known to anyone. While it wasn't at the bottom of the rankings among the millions of families in Rain Pine World, it certainly didn’t rank high either.

This situation resembled that of the Cloud Concealment Sect from years ago.

Since the addition of Supreme Elder Fading Spirit, the sect's strength had soared tenfold or more.

Although not one of the top-ranked sects, their power was considerable. Especially after his promotion to the Transcendence Stage, the sect’s strength saw a qualitative leap.

Now, circumstances had changed. Supreme Elder Fading Spirit was in the middle stage of Transcendence and nearing the final stage; he was just one step away from becoming an immensely powerful being. He could ascend at any moment.

Such a good opportunity—how could anyone let it slip?

He began his seclusion, having been closed off for over a hundred years.

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The sect's cultivators were somewhat surprised by Supreme Elder Fading Spirit’s insistence on moving the main headquarters here, but they still revered him like a deity, fervently praying that he would succeed in his ascension.

However, haste makes waste. Ascending to the late-stage Transcendence was no small feat and required significant time and effort. A hundred years of seclusion was nothing; for cultivators at this stage, it was merely a blink of an eye.

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It was a tranquil morning. Sunlight filtered through the clouds, casting warmth upon the earth. Early birds chirped among the branches in search of their breakfast as another day began.

The main headquarters of the Fading Spirit Sect was quiet, showing no signs of anything amiss compared to usual. Shen Yuan was an ordinary cultivator from the sect, nearing the Condensation Core Stage and just a step away from forming an infant spirit. At his age, such rapid progress was remarkable even in the resource-rich spirit realm.

He was one of the core disciples highly valued by the sect, receiving more resources and support than other cultivators at his stage. Some even speculated that if he maintained this pace, he might eventually reach the Transcendence Stage someday.

Of course, such talk was overly optimistic; the path to immortality was fraught with difficulties. One couldn't predict what lay ahead after forming a condensation core. The gap between condensation and transcendence was not something one could deduce from his current pace.

But Shen Yuan himself felt elated and excited by these speculations.

However, considering his current situation, worrying about Transcendence was premature. His immediate goal was to successfully form an infant spirit. So he went to the Spirit Herb Garden early that morning.

Forming an infant spirit required preparation with medicinal pills, which he had already arranged with the senior in charge of the garden. All he needed to do was show up and receive them.

He felt quite pleased at the prospect of becoming an Infant Spirit Stage cultivator soon as he flew through the air.

Suddenly, without any warning, a terrifying spiritual pressure descended from the sky.

This pressure was so formidable that Shen Yuan appeared insignificant in its presence, like a tiny ant. With a thud, he fell to the ground, disoriented and bruised. His face showed confusion and disappointment.

Then, a loud explosion echoed through his ears.

It came from deep within the main headquarters—probably where Supreme Elder Fading Spirit was secluding himself.

What could this be?

Had the old master succeeded in his ascension?

This thought brought immense joy to Shen Yuan's face, as did the thoughts of the sect’s cultivators. But when they saw the brilliance in the sky, it turned out that the sect's cultivators were going to welcome Supreme Elder Fading Spirit back from seclusion.

Standing at the forefront was a refined-looking man around forty years old with three long beards, clearly a scholar.

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Scholar Tianya, another Supreme Elder of the Fading Spirit Sect. His power far surpassed that of the old master and he had only just entered the Transcendence Stage a thousand years ago. He looked envious at this moment.

Who wouldn’t want to advance to the late stage? That would truly be the path to immortality.

But advancement was no easy feat; most cultivators spent their early years in the Transcendence Stage, and only a few managed to reach the middle stage, let alone the late stage.

He felt particularly envious of his senior brother.

Boom!

Another loud explosion echoed through his ears. The mountain peak ahead had split open, and a beam of light shot out.

This light was dazzling, clearly indicating that it came from someone at the late Transcendence Stage.

Seeing this, Scholar Tianya heaved a sigh of relief but was about to step forward when a streak of light zipped past him.

"Congratulations on your master’s ascension to late-stage Transcendence. From now on, his power will be unparalleled and he will command the spirit realm."

The young man in fine robes and jade belt was Fading Spirit's favored disciple. His face was flushed with joy; his master's successful ascension would greatly benefit him.

But before this thought could fully form, a look of shock froze on his face.

A beam as thick as an arm shot down from the sky, piercing through his dantian and even his infant spirit, causing his death instantly.

The young man died with his eyes wide open, never knowing how he had met his end. The other cultivators nearby were equally shocked.

They clearly saw that the culprit was the old monster in the sky—Fading Spirit Supreme Elder.

Why would Fading Spirit attack his own disciple?

This thought barely formed when Fading Spirit's robe sleeve fluttered, and a colorful light scattered out. As the senior elder of the sect, he was now indiscriminately killing his own disciples who had come to greet him from seclusion.

Such talk wouldn’t be believed by anyone, but the scene before them was clear. People began crying out in despair as they fled in all directions.

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