In Seclusion for 10,000 Years, The Descendants Come to the Door at the Start

Ganzhou, after traveling eight million miles northeast from Yuezhou, came to this state.

This place is far away from the frontier. Although the monks here are not as belligerent as Yuezhou, they are not weak.

Gein, the sectarian system prevails here.

And every once in a while, various sect competitions will be held to select the most powerful 100 sects.

The strongest hundred sects not only represent honor, but also resources and more attention.

With resources, sects can cultivate more disciples, and with attention, more geniuses will come to join.

If such a virtuous cycle continues, the sect will naturally become stronger and stronger like a snowball.

Therefore, although Ganzhou is not as belligerent as Yuezhou, the wind of competition is unprecedentedly strong.

On this day, a young man in white set foot in this Daozhou. He was as handsome as a fairy and was independent from the world. It was Lin Yichen.

He stared ahead, with traces of memories in his eyes.

When he came to Ganzhou by chance, he was attracted by the sect style here, so he also established a sect.

It's called Cut Heaven.

Although the name sounds very dangling, it's actually not that good at all, and the crotch is very stretched.

During the heyday, the Jietian Sect was only brought to the fifth-order sect.

Ganzhou Zongmen judged that there are nine levels of Zongmen in total.

The ninth order is the lowest and the first order is the highest.

The fifth-order sects also belong to the middle-level level, and they are neither above nor below.

And this is because Lin Yichen invested a lot of resources at that time.

Later, after he left, although he also left a lot of resources, but after so many years, those resources are probably exhausted long ago.

"Hey, back then, I had free resources for cultivation, but I didn't have any cultivation talent, bloodline physique, or anything. Otherwise, why would you only be a fifth-order sect."

Lin Yichen sighed, although cultivation resources can guarantee development, talent is the most important thing.

It's a pity that Lin Yichen back then had everything on hand, but he didn't have a peerless talent.

The only one with a high level of talent is just an ordinary genius, and he is 108,000 miles away from the bottom of the 3,000 physique list.

In the end, Lin Yichen had no choice, after passing the sect to that guy, he went to the next stop by himself.

"I remember that guy has reached the half-step dome realm at the highest level. After ten thousand years, he may have long since disappeared..."

At that time, Lin Yichen hadn't obtained the pan peach, the magic medicine that prolongs life, and with the life span of half a step in the sky, he couldn't hold it for ten thousand years.

"Hopefully still."

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There is a sect in the middle of a beautiful mountain.

Although it would not be described as dilapidated, it is almost the same.

At this time, in a humble room.

A thin looking young man was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed. At a certain moment, he suddenly opened his eyes.

First, he crossed the color of confusion, and then, he suddenly reacted.

"This is the Jietian Sect where I used to be when I was a boy, I, I have been reborn!"

"I didn't expect that I, Xiang Pengxuan, would have a chance to do it all over again. It seems that God has reported injustice for me!"

"I want to take a closer look. Now this time period should be when the Jietian Sect is at its weakest. There are only Master and me as a disciple in the sect. Today, the Master will pass on the Jietian Sect to me, and soon after , his old man will die."

"Afterwards, I accidentally fell off the cliff, but I survived the hardship. I obtained a treasure resource under the cliff. It is with this treasure resource that I will soar to the sky and develop the Jietian Sect and become a Fourth-tier sect! And I have also become a saint, immortal!"

"However, I didn't expect that I was attacked by the third-order sect Shura Sect, and in one night, I cut off the heaven and slaughtered the whole family!"

"But now that I have returned from my life, all this will never happen again!"

"At this time, the Shura Sect should only be a seventh-order sect. Later, it took off by relying on a secret realm. As long as I seize the secret realm that originally belonged to them, there is nothing to be afraid of!"

The thoughts in Xiang Pengxuan's mind kept rolling, and each thought flashed like lightning.

In this life, he not only wants to take revenge, but also makes Jietian Sect go a step further and become the strongest sect in Ganzhou, and even go to the Three Thousand Daozhou!

Because rebirth is his greatest asset, and by virtue of this, he can step on the sky and skyrocket!

Just then, an old and weak voice came from outside.

"Is Xuan'er here, come with me to the sect ancestral hall."

Master!

Xiang Pengxuan immediately rushed out of the room when he heard this voice, looked at the pale old man in front of him, and knelt down on the spot.

"Unworthy disciple, I have seen Master!"

Xiang Pengxuan is a child picked up by the old man. Although he is a teacher and apprentice, he is more like a father and son.

He knew that his master had been seriously injured in his early years, and now he can live to the present, it is already the limit.

Although he was a saint in his previous life, a saint is not omnipotent, and there is nothing anyone can do to a person who is dying.

Therefore, what Xiang Pengxuan can do now is to pay homage to his master in a limited time.

When the old man saw Xiang Pengxuan kneeling down suddenly, he was stunned for a moment, and then he gently lifted him up, "You're so unworthy, if it wasn't for you, my old bones would have been lost long ago."

"Go, follow me to the ancestral hall to meet the ancestors, and in front of the ancestors, I will pass on the Jietian religion to you."

Xiang Pengxuan didn't speak, just wiped away his tears and nodded.

At this moment, he felt very powerless in his heart, even if he was reborn, there was still no way to save the person he wanted to save.

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Inside the shrine.

From top to bottom, there are many spiritual positions, all of which are the masters of the sects of the Jietian Sect in various periods.

However, only the top row is not a ranking, but a portrait.

Huh? A portrait?

When Xiang Pengxuan saw this, he was suddenly stunned, and he couldn't bear to be sad.

Because the scene in front of him was completely different from the memory in his mind.

He couldn't help but ask: "Master, isn't the first ancestor of our Jietian Sect Zhou Qiankun, who is on this portrait?"

The old man glared at him, "Don't be presumptuous in front of our ancestors, what is Zhou Qiankun, the first ancestor of our Cutian Sect, named Lin Yichen, you kid, do you want to eat a board, even the founder of this sect can forget it? !"

"Wait back and copy the canon a hundred times!"

Ah, what the hell?

At this moment, Xiang Pengxuan was completely stunned, and there was only one thought in his mind.

Lin Yichen, who is it?