The forbidden area in the back mountain, the ancestral monument.
After the eldest son Fengye returned, he came here directly, ignoring the orders of the sect's senior officials and not bothering to talk nonsense with them.
Because of the last crazy incident, he even killed himself if he was so cruel. No one from the top management dared to stop him and watched from a distance.
"The Holy Son practices forbidden magic and becomes obsessed with it. I don't know when he will regain his sanity. Alas!"
"The saint's love for Liu Lingran and the saint's love for Wu Junyan are all related to Qingzong."
"Today's Qing Sect is in a precarious situation and cannot be approached. Although the Piaomiao Palace has some background in the Northern Wilderness, if it is involved in the tide of the world, it will be deeply involved and may be in danger of destroying the sect."
"I hope the Holy Son can understand this truth and don't insist on having his own way."
Hundreds of elders stood in the air, their eyebrows sad.
The holy master's name is Yi Qianran. He is wearing a black robe and has a solemn expression. He lowers his eyebrows and stares at the eldest grandson Fengye standing at the ancestral monument with a heavy heart.
Ever since the Liu Lingran incident occurred, there has been a gap between Changsun Fengye and his master Yi Qianran, and the relationship between master and disciple has become a huge problem.
Asking herself, Yi Qianran really didn't mean to humiliate Liu Lingran back then. She just wanted to stop Liu Lingran's thoughts and not mess up the eldest grandson Fengye's path of cultivation.
Unexpectedly, an elder in the sect was good at making opinions, which caused a great disaster.
well!
As the leader of a sect, Yi Qianran cares about face very much and has not bowed her head to apologize yet.
The master apologized to his disciple because he couldn't lose face. Moreover, he was afraid that after apologizing, he would not be forgiven by his disciple, which would be even more embarrassing.
On the top of the mountain, the eldest grandson Fengye reached out and touched the ancient ancestral monument.
The first feeling is rough, as if the traces of time are flowing through the palm.
Changsun Fengye carefully looked at every trace of the ancestral stele, his eyes were like abyss, his white hair was floating slightly, and there were a few strange auras spreading around his body.
The elders far away in the void seemed to sense something was wrong, their bodies felt slightly uncomfortable, and their eyes gradually changed.
"Bang!"
Suddenly, the eldest son Fengye punched the ancestral monument.
"What is the Holy Son doing?"
The sudden change made everyone frown and their hearts tremble.
"Bang, bang, bang..."
Changsun Fengye punched again and kept hitting the ancestral monument. The power of the punch gradually increased and the speed became faster and faster.
Holy Lord Yi Qianran and other senior officials looked at this scene and looked at each other with doubts in their eyes, not knowing what was going on.
"The ancestral monument has been around for many years and is indestructible. What does Feng Ye want to do? Self-harm?"
Yi Qianran frowned, very puzzled.
Although everyone was confused, they did not stop the eldest grandson Fengye.
In the eyes of everyone, the Holy Son is a complete lunatic. You must not provoke him and let him do what he does.
"Boom, boom, boom..."
Changsun Fengye's fist cracked and a few strands of blood flowed out. Even so, he still didn't stop.
His eyes are firm and his punches are fierce.
Deep in his heart, there seemed to be a faint voice, guiding him to attack the ancestral monument.
There is only one purpose, and that is to smash the ancestral monument.
As long as the ancestral monument is broken, you can control your own destiny and embark on a path that truly belongs to you.
"Should we stop the Son?"
"If this continues, the hands of the Holy Son will become useless. Even if the treatment is careful in the future, it will have an impact on the body."
"The ancestral monument has traces of ancient laws. If the body of the Holy Son is injured by the ancient laws, it will probably cause the foundation to be shaken, and the consequences will be extremely serious."
A few hours later, seeing that the Holy Son had no plans to stop, the elders began to worry.
Yi Qianran felt the gazes from the elders and was about to give an order, not to let the Holy Son continue to mess around.
Just when Yi Qianran opened his mouth, something happened.
"Boom!"
There was a loud noise and several pieces of gravel and powder flew.
Everyone was attracted by the sound and looked sideways.
A picture came into view and shocked everyone.
On the ancestral monument, a groove appeared, which was punched out by Changsun Fengye.
"this......"
Everyone present had experienced strong winds and waves, but at this moment, they were extremely shocked and shocked.
"A piece of the ancestral stele...is broken."
Even though he was the Holy Lord, he couldn't help but tremble all over and his eyes widened.
"It is recorded in the sect's ancient books that the ancestral stele was made by an ancestor who spent a lifetime of effort. It is indestructible and serves as a stele to protect the sect."
The ancestral treasure of Piaomiao Palace was shattered.
Moreover, it was broken into pieces by Changsun Fengye, who was still relatively young, with a pair of physical fists. If this news spread, no one would believe it.
There are several detailed records in the history books. The Piaomiao Palace has faced many crises, and it relied on the ancestral monument to tide over the difficulties.
"Bang! Bang!"
Changsun Fengye didn't care about all that, he only had one thought in his mind: smash it!
"Don't damage the ancestral monument, stop the Holy Son!"
Although they didn't know how the Holy Son did it, the elders could only suppress the horror in their hearts and tried to stop him.
Once the ancestral stele is damaged, it will have a huge impact on Piaomiao Palace.
"Whoops——"
Suddenly, an extremely powerful pressure came from the depths of the forbidden area in the back mountain, knocking all the elders back.
Everyone steadied their bodies and turned their heads to look into the depths of the forbidden area, with a hint of awe in their eyes.
Then, an old man wearing rags came from the depths.
He has a thin body, more than a dozen holes in his clothes, and only a few dozen hairs left, swaying in the wind. His face is old, his skin is yellow, a pair of straw sandals is somewhat tattered, and a few of his toes are still exposed.
Dress up in an eclectic way and don't care about your own image.
The old man is the ancestor of the Piaomiao Palace and the current strongest person. Likewise, he is also the previous Holy Master of the Piaomiao Palace. His cultivation level is so high that he has probably touched the Divine Bridge.
For many years, the old Holy Lord has been living in seclusion in the forbidden area of the back mountain, unable to come out. Counting the time, it has been thousands of years.
Even if the current Holy Master asks for an audience, he is turned away every time.
At this moment, the old Holy Lord appeared for the first time, frightening everyone to bow and salute: "See you, ancestor."
"Master."
Holy Lord Yi Qianran was very excited, suppressing the joy in his heart and holding his fists.
"This child..." The old Holy Master ignored everyone and his attention was attracted by Changsun Fengye. His eyes flashed and his expression changed in surprise. He turned to Yi Qianran and asked: "
who is he?"
"Disciple's disciple, the current Holy Son of Piaomiao Palace."
Yi Qianran's mouth twitched slightly, and she was speechless.
You really don’t know anything about the affairs of Piaomiao Palace!
Also, the old Holy Lord has been in seclusion for thousands of years and has never cared about the outside world. The old Holy Lord has no knowledge of the major events that have happened in recent years.
"You...accepted a good disciple." The old Holy Master looked at Changsun Fengye, his eyes shining with brilliance, and murmured: "Unlike me, the disciple you accepted is too useless."
"..."
Yi Qianran laughed awkwardly and did not dare to refute.
When the elders heard what the old Holy Lord said, they all bowed their heads and shut up.
Compared with the old Holy Lord, the Holy Lord is indeed much weaker.
"Master, this kid is a little crazy. If he is not stopped, he may destroy the ancestral monument."
Yi Qianran said.
"If he can really destroy the ancestral monument, it will be a great blessing for Piao Miao Palace."
There was a hint of expectation in the old Holy Lord's eyes.