Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 1411 The Ancient Sect in the Seal

Immortals have very limited understanding of mortals. The reason they tell these stories is simply because they are worried that the war in the world will spread to them.

The previous Conferred Gods Battle was truly horrific, and the Orthodox and Demonic sects were able to make a name for themselves in the catastrophe. But for the immortals from small sects like them, a single spell from a powerful person might wipe out their entire family, and they wouldn't even know how they died.

In their view, wars can be fought in the world, but they must not affect themselves.

They made comments on the political system and future development direction of mortals, always in a condescending manner.

Xiao Wu curled his lips when he heard this. These immortals were talking complete nonsense. Even if he didn't understand how the human world worked, he knew that the descendant of the Deng family, whose name he didn't know what to call her, would not hand over the throne to the damn King Qin of the Han Dynasty.

The Han Dynasty's fortunes had indeed declined, but they had not yet reached their lowest point, let alone the point of abdication.

While she was listening attentively to the conversation of these passers-by, Yuanxiao had already drunk several pots of fairy tea and eaten up the red bean cake in front of him.

The fat girl Yuan Xiao tsked her lips, feeling a little dissatisfied. The tea was too low-grade. The red bean cake was delicious, but after eating it, she felt even hungrier. At this time, she looked at the table in front of her. The table seemed to be made of bamboo.
Xiao Wu pushed her and made a mouth shape for her to listen carefully. Yuan Xiao was full of questions and quickly wiped his saliva. He was Yun Xiao's eldest disciple, so how could he eat someone else's table?
Bear it, you must bear it!

Xiao Wu nodded at the immortal who was chatting over there, and she forced herself to shift her interest from the table back to eavesdropping.

Maybe the transformation skill was not good enough. As she listened, the human ears disappeared and the small round ears of the iron-eating beast reappeared. Xiao Wu grinned and pointed at them. She quickly closed her eyes, pinched her fingers and chanted the spell again, and then her ears returned to normal appearance.

After this little episode, the two men pricked up their ears to listen; the older immortal had already gotten to the point.

This matter was related to Xiaowu and Yuanxiao's mission, so they listened very carefully.

The elder immortal said, "This time the moon is shining brightly over the sea, and the secret realm is about to open. We are blessed with good fortune. How fortunate, how fortunate."

A young disciple nearby was curious. He dipped his finger in tea, wrote a word, and asked, "Master Huo, which rising is that? Is it a full moon rising from the sea?"

Uncle Huo's face changed slightly and he corrected the young disciple's mistake. It was "sheng" (birth), not "sheng" (rise).

Several disciples were extremely surprised.

"A full moon appeared in the ocean? Uncle Master, what on earth is going on? Tell us!"

Uncle Huo seemed to like showing off his knowledge. After a moment of hesitation, he began to tell the secret.

"Not many sects on Penglai Island know the story behind this incident; it's truly too ancient. However, our ancestor once saved a very elderly demon when he was young. Not only did he gain immortality, but he also passed down this long-ago story."

Even Xiaowu and Yuanxiao listened intently, afraid to miss a single detail. Master Huo's tone was filled with reminiscence, as if he had personally experienced it.

"That was in the ancient times, who knows how long ago, when the demons still occupied the heavens."

"Ah? How could this be?"

Several young disciples expressed disbelief, as if it was as absurd as if the Zenithians were selling tea eggs at their doorstep.

They simply could not understand how the demon race could be equated with the Heavenly Court.

Uncle Huo waited until their surprise subsided before continuing, "At that time, the Heavenly Palace was indeed occupied by the demon race. The demon race was extremely prosperous at that time, just like the human race today, but suddenly one day..."

He had a gift for storytelling, his voice rising sharply with cadence. He pointed gloomily upwards, "A strange moon appeared in the prehistoric world. From within the moon came whispers pointing directly to the Great Dao. That was the true voice of the Great Dao. Unfortunately, no one in the prehistoric world could understand it. If you forced yourself to listen, ninety-nine percent of the immortals would go mad, and the demons would be the most insane."

The young disciple still had great aspirations for cultivating immortals, his mind full of thoughts of chance and adventure. He then asked, "Uncle Master, where does this mumbling come from?"

Uncle Huo shook his head. "The whispers might have come from outer space, or perhaps from somewhere else. No one knows. They lasted for a very, very long time. During this long time, the demons made some new discoveries. They discovered that as long as they didn't look directly at the moon, the impact on themselves would be relatively small. They didn't want to give up the opportunity, but they also didn't want to go crazy. So what did they do? They dug out their own eyes."

"Ah?!" The young disciple and the eavesdropping Xiaowu and Yuanxiao were all shocked. It was so cruel.

When I thought about the demon race, it seemed somewhat reasonable. In the ancient times, the demon race was synonymous with barbarism and bloodthirstiness, which was completely different from the style of the Xuanmen and Taoist sects in discussing mystical principles.

Uncle Huo continued, "Those demons claim that after losing their eyes, they saw the true avenue. They call the source of their whispers the Great Mistress and themselves the Dark Scholars. They also established a sect, called the Dark Sect. Their teachings hold that all immortals in the ancient world are blind and trapped in darkness, and that only they possess true light."

These words were filled with an evil aura from the inside out. Several young disciples pretended not to care: "Uncle Master, what happened next?"

"And then? It's said that the Great Mistress's whispers lasted for a full three thousand years. During this time, the Dark Sect made tremendous progress. They mastered certain spatial techniques and secretly opened up a hidden dimension. They acquired a name called the Inner World from the whispers, and later hid their own religious traditions in this Inner World."

There are no weaklings when it comes to space and time. The young disciple's worries mostly subsided, and he became expectant again. If he could gain such a powerful ability, losing a pair of eyes would not be too much of a loss.

Xiao Wu snorted. What a messed-up mistress! No one in the world of prehistoric times understood the ways of space better than his own wicked father!
But then she thought again, still a little worried. Her bad father had cultivated for so short a time. This damn Dark Sect had existed since ancient times, how many years of cultivation must it have taken? Could it be that this was an enemy that was blocking her bad father's path?
She bit her lower lip, wishing she could go and take a look in person. Unfortunately, Sister Yunxiao only allowed her to investigate in Penglai and did not allow her to go anywhere else. This was a death order. Yuanxiao was here to supervise her. Like Qiongxiao and Bixiao, she was also afraid of her elder sister getting angry, and she would never dare to disobey.

She smiled gently: "Little Yuanzi?"

Yuan Xiao had watched her grow from a baby into a young woman, so he knew her personality too well. He shook his head like a rattle and said, "No, no, absolutely not! I will never let you go to that Dark Cult!"

(End of this chapter)