My little sect, which disappeared a thousand years ago, has become a sacred site!

Gu Changyuan vaguely remembered that when the Celestial Human Sect was first established, its mountain gate was located on a remote little hill in the western region of the Eastern Continent of the Nine Heavens Realm, named "Floating Cloud Peak".

The mountain was not high, and the spiritual energy was thin; there wasn't even a decent spiritual vein within a hundred miles.

The houses were so dilapidated that they didn't resemble a sect at all.

The situation was somewhat better for the Heavenly Demon Sect and the Heavenly Demon Sect, since Gu Changyuan had already achieved cultivation when he founded these two forces.

With that thought in mind, his gaze fell on the personal panel at the very top of the light screen.

The "Cultivation Level" section on the panel clearly displays the words "Body Tempering Realm".

But it's preceded by a long, daunting string of numbers, at least twenty digits, followed by several zeros at the end.

It has to be said that Gu Changyuan had only seen so many zeros in a certain city on Earth before he transmigrated.

It is important to know that the cultivation system of the Nine Heavens Realm is as follows: Body Tempering Realm, Qi Refining Realm, Foundation Establishment Realm, Golden Core Realm, Nascent Soul Realm, Deity Transformation Realm, Void Refining Realm, Body Integration Realm, Mahayana Realm, and Tribulation Transcending Realm.

His long string of numbers was clearly the sum of all the sect disciples' cultivation levels converted into "Body Tempering Realm" units.

"system,"

Gu Changyuan rubbed his forehead.

"Can you update the cultivation level column? Such a long number is quite troublesome to look at. And the unit 'Body Tempering Realm'... I could blow away ten thousand Body Tempering Realm cultivators with a single breath right now."

[Okay, host, updating your panel data... Update complete.]

As soon as he finished speaking, the long string of numbers on the panel instantly shortened, and the cultivation level column clearly displayed "First Level of Tribulation Realm", while the previous numbers were simplified to the prefix 8753.

The total cultivation level of 8753 people at the first level of the Tribulation Transcending Realm.

It seems that his thirty disciples must all be powerful figures in their respective regions now, otherwise it would be impossible for them to have gathered such a large total cultivation level.

"In that case, let's go back and take a look first."

Gu Changyuan steadied himself and was about to use his spiritual power to take off when he suddenly stopped.

wrong.

He has been away from the Nine Heavens Realm for a full 1,100 years. In such a long time, let alone the changes in the mountains and rivers.

Even the familiar geographical divisions and power distribution of yesteryear have likely changed beyond recognition.

More importantly, the system is now out of energy and can't even provide the most basic navigation function, so he has no idea where the three major sects are now.

"In that case, let's find a place to rest and ask for directions."

Given the current scale of the three major sects, they are definitely not unknown figures. They must be top-tier forces with a great reputation in the Nine Heavens Realm. It shouldn't be difficult to find out about them.

Thinking of this, Gu Changyuan understood.

To outsiders, the strength of 8753 individuals at the first level of the Tribulation Transcending Realm might seem enough to sweep across the entire Nine Heavens Realm and rule over all living beings.

But only Gu Changyuan himself knew that in a place like the Chaotic Ruins, such strength was simply not enough.

Any chaotic beast that could jump out there would have the power to easily crush a Tribulation Transcending Realm cultivator. The biggest reason he was able to survive in the Chaotic Ruins was never his cultivation level.

Rather, it was the strange techniques and deadly formations encountered over thousands of years on the brink of life and death, as well as the inexhaustible supply of spiritual energy.

However, this is the Nine Heavens Realm, not the Ruins of Chaos.

Gu Changyuan removed the mask from his face and then slowly raised his head.

The sunlight shone down on my face without any obstruction, bringing a long-lost warm touch.

It was a face that looked to be about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, with distinct features but not sharp ones, and sword-like eyebrows that reached into the temples.

His skin was a pale white, never seeing the sun, yet it shone with a faint glow under the sunlight of the Nine Heavens Realm.

Despite having an extremely handsome face, his eyes, which seemed to see through life and death, exuded a sense of oppression that made people afraid to look directly at him.

"I wonder if my disciples still remember their master."

He murmured to himself, a slight smile curving his lips.

The smile was faint, yet it instantly brought her face to life.

As I recalled this, a distinct fluctuation of spiritual energy came from the southeast, about a kilometer away.

The fluctuations were chaotic, clearly caused by the spiritual energy turbulence resulting from a multi-person battle.

Gu Changyuan raised an eyebrow slightly.

Without hesitation, he took a step forward.

The movements were light and casual, as if they were just ordinary steps.

But the next moment, his figure disappeared from the spot and reappeared, hovering in mid-air a kilometer away.

Beneath our feet lies a dense forest of ancient trees.

In a clearing in the woods, three groups of people stood in a triangular standoff, the atmosphere tense and ready to fight.

Gu Changyuan hovered thirty feet in the air, his aura completely concealed, as if he had merged with the surrounding space.

No one below noticed his presence—with his current cultivation level, even a peak Tribulation Transcending cultivator would find it difficult to detect him if he didn't want to be discovered.

The three groups of people were clearly distinct.

The open space is surrounded by ancient trees, and the ground is covered with fallen leaves.

The fallen leaves were stained with blood, indicating that a brief confrontation had taken place.

In the very center was a group of about twenty people, who stood back to back in a circle, protecting a woman in the center.

The woman appeared to be in her early twenties, wearing a moon-white flowing dress with silver runes embroidered on the hem, which shimmered faintly in the sunlight.

She held a three-foot-long green sword in her hand; the blade was as clear as autumn water, clearly not an ordinary weapon.

The woman was beautiful, with a heroic air about her, but her face was pale and her forehead was covered in fine beads of sweat.

Most of her guards were injured, their clothes torn, and their breathing unsteady, but they still protected her tightly.

Compared to the ordinary standard equipment worn by the surrounding guards, it was like night and day. Anyone who saw her could tell at a glance that this woman's identity was definitely not simple.

Let's look at the other two sides.

Behind them was a group of spirit beasts—three crimson wolf-like demon beasts, two giant pythons with wings on their backs, and five falcons with talons as sharp as knives.

These spirit beasts are at least at the Foundation Establishment stage, and the strongest, the red wolf, is already at the mid-Golden Core stage.

Six cultivators stood beside the spirit beast, all dressed in dark red leather armor with beast head emblems embroidered on their chests.

They carried beast flutes or beast-taming whips, clearly indicating that they were cultivators primarily focused on beast taming.

Ahead was another group of cultivators, about fifteen in number.

The cultivators, dressed in uniform black robes, each with a black skull token tied to their waist and holding identical ghost-head sabers in their hands, wore ferocious smiles on their faces.

His eyes lingered greedily over the woman, as if he were eyeing a piece of meat that had been caught.

The leader was a one-eyed old man who held a skull-shaped cane with black energy swirling around its tip.

Gu Changyuan could see the situation below at a glance. Just when he needed to ask someone for directions, it was like a godsend.