In order not to be disrespectful, a huge palace was specially built, which could accommodate millions of monks without feeling crowded.
This palace is called Guangxian Hall, which is gorgeous, brilliant and noble.
Time flies by so fast and several years pass by in the blink of an eye.
It has only been five years since the days of the Council of Heroes.
Some powerful people have arrived at Guangxian Hall, closing their eyes and resting their minds, waiting for the meeting to begin.
"Fellow Daoist Sun, it has been more than 1,700 years since we last met. How fast!"
Someone was saying hello, politely and with a false smile.
"It is said that the remains of the Xian Yao Sword Master in the ancient world are the ancestors of the Dongli Sword Sect. I didn't expect that the ancestors of the Dongli Sword Sect would have such a great background."
A group of monks drank fine wine and talked about world affairs.
"We have passed down the tradition to this day, and there is no one whose ancestors have not had a ruthless person."
The old man who said this looked arrogant.
"I hope that through this meeting, the problem of Moyuan can be properly resolved."
I don’t know who it was that suddenly said this.
For a moment, the atmosphere in Guangxian Hall became a little strange. The monks who were still chatting and laughing immediately stopped talking. Those who were about to taste wine had their wine glasses hanging in the air, neither putting them down nor drinking them, which was a little embarrassing.
Mo Yuan is really a headache!
The scene remained deadlocked for a few breaths, and soon returned to normal.
Everyone looked calm, but they couldn't help but feel worried in their hearts, and the sorrow deep in their eyes only increased instead of decreasing.
Many people are secretly thinking, can this meeting really solve the Demonic Abyss?
Everyone knows that the possibility of success is extremely slim.
It's not because of lack of strength, but because everyone has selfish motives and is unwilling to give their best.
If most people were like Qingzong and directly took human lives to fill it, the gap would always be filled.
It's a pity that no one who has practiced human spirit for tens of thousands of years wants to sacrifice his life for others. The older he gets, the more afraid of death he becomes, and he is unwilling to let the status and glory he has worked hard for in this life turn into nothingness.
If this evil thought hadn't crossed the sea of thousands of stars and affected the interests of many forces, it would have been absolutely impossible to promote this meeting of the heroes of the heavens.
Even if the crisis is made clear, there are still many first-rate forces who refuse to come forward and just sit back and watch the situation become more chaotic. These people have a simple mind. They always feel that tall people will hold up the sky if it falls, and they are unwilling to contribute.
"The people from Beihuang are here!"
A few days later, a terrible smell came from a distance and approached Penglai Villa.
Penglai's top management came forward and greeted him with a smile: "Fellow Daoist Yu, it's been a long time."
The person who came was none other than Yu Chenran from Daoyi Academy, and behind him were thousands of strong men with good auras, from various forces in the Northern Wilderness. Among them, those with the worst cultivation were all in the early stage of Mahayana.
This meeting of heroes was, to put it a bit exaggerated, unprecedented.
The Lord Crossing Tribulation is not qualified to participate, so he stands aside.
Only Mahayana has the ability to go to the Demonic Abyss and have some effect.
"Where is the Penglai ancestor? Why don't you come out to greet the guests?"
Yu Chenran clasped his hands behind his back, not taking the elder in front of him seriously.
The relationship between Daoyi Academy and many sects in Dizhou is not very good, so there is no need to be polite and tit-for-tat.
"The ancestor is old and will appear when the meeting begins."
Although the elder felt slighted, he did not dare to show it and still said with a smile.
"Since you are about to die, go directly to the Demonic Abyss to fill the gap and make up for your mistakes. There is no point in hiding in a dark corner."
Yu Chenran's words were like a knife piercing his heart.
In response to these words, the senior officials of Penglai Villa did not dare to get angry.
Because they don't have the qualifications.
Yu Chenran is the Venerable Shenqiao, extremely noble.
Looking at the huge Penglai Villa, only the Penglai Ancestor can stand on an equal footing with him. The rest of them deserve to die if they dare to offend the Reverend Shenqiao.
"Go in and sit down!"
Yu Chenran turned around and said to the people walking behind him, then strode towards Guangxiantang.
As the heroes of Beihuang entered, Guangxian Hall immediately became quiet. No one dared to talk loudly anymore. They could only whisper in a low voice and secretly look at the direction of everyone in Beihuang.
Everyone present knew Yu Chenran's temperament.
I like to drink tea and have a fiery personality.
Back then, Chen Qingyuan was oppressed by the forces of the imperial state, and Yu Chenran came to kill him alone, causing many holy places in the imperial state to be disturbed and disgraced.
Sitting in a quiet and elegant position, Yu Chenran put his hands on his chest and closed his eyes to rest.
Some of the old men behind it have been famous all over the world. For example: the ancestor of Piaomiao Palace and the old head of the Song family of the ancient clan.
A few months later, another group of strong men arrived.
Forces from the Southern Region.
Ewha Palace led the way, followed closely by thousands of chariots.
Stopping in this starry sky is really spectacular.
Countless pairs of eyes cast their gazes in surprise.
"According to the order of the palace master, I came to attend the appointment."
The Lord of Lihua Palace did not come, but sent a Supreme Ancestor.
Liu Nansheng must stay in charge of the Southern Territory to prevent accidents.
Letting an ancestor at the pinnacle of Mahayana come forward has given enough face to the forces in the empire and can also represent the attitude of Lihua Palace.
"Welcome fellow Taoists, please come in quickly."
Penglai Villa opens its gate to welcome distinguished guests.
The venue for the meeting was decided by drawing lots by the heroes of the empire.
Two years later, Dongtu Buddhism came.
The old monk will naturally not show up. Like the owner of Lihua Palace, he will sit in the east to prevent young people from taking the opportunity to cause trouble.
One Zen master and more than ten eminent monks came, which was enough.
At the same time, there are other forces in the east that follow.
As the date for the opening of the meeting approaches, no one from Western Xinjiang has been seen.
Obviously, Xijiang does not intend to participate.
For these top experts, they spend several years meditating with their eyes closed and playing the command room.
Time passed bit by bit, and the day finally arrived.
Those old people from Dizhou finally stopped hiding in dark and damp corners. They packed up their clothes, tore through the void, and descended from the sky in a high-profile manner, landing in the central area of Guangxiantang.
Currently, there are only thirty-four top sects in the empire.
All representatives were dispatched and gathered together.
Ancestor Penglai, Ancestor Zhaixing, Old Man Wu Dao and others, with their beautiful appearance and immortal demeanor, made the monks couldn't help but look at them a few more times and feel respectful.
However, these old men are not the leaders.
The person who really led this meeting to start was the powerful man from Kunlun Realm.
An old man in purple clothes, holding a cane, looked old, hobbled, and came through the air.
His name is Dongfang Yu, the venerable Master of the Six Steps of Shenqiao.
The strongest person in the Kunlun Realm besides the Realm Lord.
"senior."
Many people stood up and bowed to Dongfang Yu, not daring to offend him.
"Fellow Taoists, please take a seat. No need to be polite."
Dongfang Yu seems kind and humble, but he enjoys this honor.
Many monks were flattering and praising him constantly.
"Okay." Yu Chenran couldn't stand this disgusting scene, so he suddenly opened his eyes and said sternly: "I'm not here to see your hypocrisy and pretentiousness. Let's get down to business."