A strong wind came, containing the power of time, and swept Chen Qingyuan away.
"Bang!"
The stones and pillars around the wind outlet were all shattered and turned into powder.
Chen Qingyuan was not harmed and was swallowed by the wind.
"Is this the lawful power of the ancestral veins?"
On the side, Fang Qingyun stared blankly at this scene with pious eyes.
The ruins of Qingzong are the true place of ancestral lineage.
After being buried in dust for so many years, something needs to be revealed.
"This is where?"
Under the palace, Chen Qingyuan was suspended in mid-air. Below was an endless abyss, with no bottom visible. There was nothing around, but there seemed to be a candle in the depths of the space, letting gentle light shine in all directions.
"Whoosh——"
The next moment, Chen Qingyuan approached the candle uncontrollably, his whole body tense and extremely vigilant.
"Stone?"
Upon closer inspection, Chen Qingyuan discovered that the thing emitting light was a stone.
The dark yellow stone is about the size of a palm, like a flat token.
I don't know whether it is due to the corrosion of time or for some reason, this stone looks very rough and pitted.
"It feels ice cold."
There seemed to be a force in the dark, guiding Chen Qingyuan to reach out and grab the stone.
It felt cold in my hands, and a bit of sadness filled my heart.
In a daze, Chen Qingyuan saw the most prosperous era of Qingzong.
There are as many as 100,000 disciples under the sect, and only the elite are accepted, and all must be qualified in terms of character, talent, etc.
There are thousands of Mahayana bridges, and there are more than ten sacred bridges sitting on them, how dazzling they are.
Among the top sects in the imperial state, if they were considered to be outer sect disciples, they would number in the millions. Only the Qing sect put moral character first, and talent second.
It is for this reason that although there are frictions within Qingzong, they never cause too big disputes.
The descendants of later generations have inherited the will of their ancestors and are willing to die for their ideals. They may have complaints in their hearts, or they may not be willing to let their lives end.
The common people in the world do not understand Qingzong's discipleship and will inheritance, so naturally they do not understand this "stupid" behavior.
If it weren't for so many stupid people, there would be no prosperous world today.
"Buzz——"
Chen Qingyuan almost fell into the scene for a moment.
The blurry scene penetrates deep into the heart.
"A hundred gilded palaces hang in the clouds. True spirits and beasts guard all sides..."
In the most prosperous era of the Qing Sect, any true disciple had the strength to transcend the late stages of the tribulation, and was ordered by the sect to eliminate thieves and demons. Any powerful mount spiritual beast could guard a realm without chaos.
Unfortunately, that era has been buried by time.
Chen Qingyuan could only see a glimpse of it through this strange stone, and it disappeared in a flash.
"What is this?"
Looking carefully at the stone in his hand, Chen Qingyuan couldn't figure it out.
"Tear-"
Suddenly, the palm holding the stone was scratched by a law.
Chen Qingyuan showed a stinging expression, subconsciously thinking that the stone was in danger, he quickly let go and threw it into the air.
When he looked down, he saw a stream of blood flowing out from the wound on his palm.
The stone floated not far away, swallowing the blood.
Slowly, this dark yellow stone began to change.
Chen Qingyuan watched intently, his expression gradually astonished.
The layer of rough material on the surface of the stone fell off and turned into a white jade token, crystal clear and flawless.
On the token is engraved one word - Qing.
"Shua——"
A ray of white light fell on Chen Qingyuan, forcibly unlocking the hidden breath technique and restoring his original appearance.
Regarding this situation, Chen Qingyuan held his breath and concentrated on it. He could only watch and had no other choice.
The white jade token contains the will of the sages of past generations, which is enough to see through Chen Qingyuan's true identity.
Soon, the white light disappeared and the token fell into Chen Qingyuan's hand.
"What is the purpose of Qing Zong's token?"
Chen Qingyuan lowered his eyebrows and observed the token, still thinking in his mind, something happened again.
"Rumble--"
The space under the ancient palace became distorted, and Chen Qingyuan was pulled to the outside world by a gentle force.
"Bang!"
He smashed the void and reached the top of the ancient palace.
The sudden space vibration attracted the attention of monks from all directions.
When the monks saw Chen Qingyuan, they were shocked to the extreme.
"It's him!"
"Chen Qingyuan from Daoyi Academy."
"Why is he here?"
"The young boy just now was pretended to be Chen Qingyuan. I was wondering why I couldn't figure out his origin. It turns out that's the case."
"Wait a minute, that means Chen Qingyuan is not a member of the Qing Sect."
"This world is going to be in chaos!"
As Chen Qingyuan's identity was exposed, everyone looked horrified and their eyes were full of shock.
Countless exclamations resounded throughout the world and lingered for a long time.
The top experts in Dizhou and even other circles will get the news soon, and they will definitely pay close attention to it.
Chen Qingyuan is a hot topic in his own right. He is the most talented person in the world, and no one can match him. If he is also the successor of Qingzong, it will be even better.
Many sects in the imperial state had once insulted the declining Qing sect. This hatred was rooted deep in the soul and could not disappear with the passage of time.
These sects do not want to see the rise of the Qing Sect, not only because of their own interests, but also because they are worried about being retaliated by the Qing Sect, or even causing the sect's annihilation.
"Chen Qingyuan is a member of Qingzong, can't he!"
There are many imperial geniuses here who have dealt with Chen Qingyuan at the Baimai Feast. When they heard about this, their faces were full of shock and they spoke in a broken voice.
"If this son rises, he will definitely restore Qingzong's prosperity and even reach a higher level."
Many old guys are starting to worry about this.
"If it weren't for Qingzong, the disaster of the Demonic Abyss would have broken out long ago. How could we survive today?"
There are more or less sensible old people in the world, but unfortunately they also know very well that the mistakes their ancestors committed against Qingzong cannot be forgiven at all. They have received the favor passed down from their ancestors, which is equivalent to peace.
Qing Zong has a grudge, and the only way to go is dark.
"Chen Qingyuan is actually the descendant of Qingzong. Report this matter to the ancestor immediately, hurry up!"
As for relieving this resentment, you can directly go to the Demon Abyss to die and fulfill the promise made by all the sects in the past to work together to guard the Demon Abyss.
However, these old guys don't dare to die, they just want to live.
Soon, the world will be shaken by a shocking wave, even more terrifying than the Baimai Feast of the past.
"What's that in his hand?"
Just now, everyone was shocked when Chen Qingyuan's identity was exposed, but now they saw a trace of details.
"Could it be..."
Fang Qingyun began to search for the ancient records of Qingzong in his mind, his eyes widened, and his whole body began to tremble.
Obviously, Fang Qingyun had guessed something and was extremely excited. He opened his mouth for a long time but couldn't say a word.