Afterwards, these Yuanshi Sect disciples, about 700 people, lifted up the tombstone and walked down the mountain.
None of them uttered a sound of resistance; their faces were ashen, a sign of complete submission.
Su Yu was only twenty years old, but he was so cruel, which was beyond his expectation.
When many Wansheng Sect disciples saw the tombstone being carried by Yuanshi Sect disciples, they did not feel as happy as they had imagined. On the contrary, many of them had tears in their eyes.
The names engraved on the tombstone include their fellow brothers, sisters, and their master.
These people were once the ones who accompanied them day and night.
It is a kind of repentance to let the invaders carry the tombstone.
The disciples of Wansheng Sect did not think there was anything wrong with it and felt that this was how it should be.
They believe that those deceased disciples would also be comforted if they saw this scene in heaven.
Countless disciples bowed and saluted as they passed by the tombstone.
"Heroes of Wansheng Sect, you can rest in peace now."
Su Yu took the disciples of Wansheng Sect to Feishan.
The cloud boat was empty at this time and followed behind.
The Yuanshi Sect disciples in the Condensation Realm carried the tombstone, and the disciples behind them followed closely.
When Su Yu looked at this scene, he took a deep breath. He didn't think it was too much.
Thinking about the scene where most of the Wansheng Sect’s disciples sacrificed their lives in this battle and the blood flowed like a river, he felt that he did the right thing.
During the day, the disciples of Yuanshi Sect carried the tombstone and flew in the air, where they could be seen by the people of the dynasty.
At night, they boarded the cloud boat.
When the cloud ship passed by the dynasty, many people were talking about it.
"I heard that Wansheng Sect wants to erect the tombstone on the Daode Peak of Yuanshi Sect."
"The Wansheng Sect is too cruel to do this. If other sects want to attack the Wansheng Sect in the future, they will probably have to think twice."
"I heard that the Wansheng Sect was able to repel the siege of the four major sects this time because of their Holy Son."
"I've also heard that the Holy Son has an amazing appearance and great magical powers. With just a wave of his hand, he has the ability to destroy the world."
"I heard that he is a gentle man, mature and sophisticated, and not ostentatious."
"Who said that? He is obviously a ruthless man who kills people without hesitation and has the appearance of a tyrant."
"No, I heard that this man is a lecher. There are so many beautiful women on Feishan Mountain, all of them are his concubines."
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What kind of person Su Yu is is also controversial in this secular world.
Su Yu's reputation spread among these secular dynasties.
As for the royal sect that was always monitoring Wansheng Sect's every move, they naturally knew about the Yuanshi Sect's lifting of the tombstone.
The Imperial Sect has five major peaks that are interconnected. Each peak is shrouded in extremely dense magical power, and countless formations are laid out in it, covering every corner.
Compared with other sects, the Royal Sect's security is undoubtedly the most stringent. This also shows the strength of the Royal Sect, which is the strongest among the five major sects.
However, the number of people visiting the major peaks is half of what it used to be.
The last time the Wansheng Sect was besieged, there were heavy casualties, causing this large sect to show signs of depression and decline.
The meeting hall of the Imperial Sect is also magnificent and luxurious.
Sitting on the dragon head throne was a very majestic man, this man was Huang Puxuan.
His face was a little pale, and he had not yet recovered from the injury he suffered last time.
"Su Yu brought Wansheng Sect's disciples to Yuanshi Sect and brought a tombstone with him. He wanted to erect it on the main peak of Yuanshi Sect. This kid is really ambitious. Will he also erect the tombstone in our Huangji Sect in the end?"
Huang Puxuan leaned on the golden throne, his eyes sweeping over the elders below.
When this voice came out, many elders below trembled.
Taoist Jingchen stepped forward and said, "Master, Su Yu is already on his way. Why don't we send someone to kill him to prevent future troubles?"
Huang Puxuan raised his eyes. Just this action made him grit his teeth. After being slashed by the Immortal Sword for so long, every time he moved his body, he would feel severe pain.
Another elder in black stepped forward and said, "It is said that Su Yu is under the protection of Jun Mo during this trip, so it may not be easy to assassinate him."
Huang Puxuan looked cold and said, "Although the Wansheng Sect's leader is very powerful, he is not ambitious enough. Don't be too wary of him. We must target Su Yu. Even if Jun Mo protects them, we can't let them reach Yuanshi Gate smoothly this time."
Taoist Jingchen stepped forward and said, "I do have an idea. Master, do you still remember the Five Wanderers of Fuchen?"
Huang Puxuan raised his eyebrows and said, "Are you talking about the five independent people with virtual god strength? Of course I remember them, but our Huangji Sect tried to win them over several times, but they refused to join us."
Taoist Jingchen smiled and said, "There is no need to win them over. Among the five scattered people, there is a sword scattered person with superb sword skills. No one in the entire Eastern Wasteland can defeat him. He is looking for sword masters everywhere, just to find someone who can take his sword."
Taoist Jingchen paused here and did not continue.
Huang Puxuan also fell into a brief thought after hearing this, and then said: "You mean, let Jian Sanren challenge Jun Mo by borrowing a knife to kill someone?"
Taoist Jingchen replied: "That's right!"
Hearing this, Huang Puxuan smiled: "This is good, but after someone restrains Jun Mo, we have to send some assassins to take action."
Taoist Jingchen replied: "Don't worry, I will lead people to assassinate Su Yu."
Taoist Jingchen took a cloud boat and came to a sparsely populated mountain.
"You're here again. How many times have I told you that I won't join any sect!"
Jian Sanren sat cross-legged on a blue stone, like an old monk in meditation. He sensed the identity of the person who came by his breath.
Taoist Jingchen saw this and smiled flatteringly, "Jun Mo of Wansheng Sect is now at the level of Sword Emperor. With his Heavenly Realm martial arts strength, he can now rival the Void God. He also claimed that his swordsmanship is the best in the entire Dongjie Region. As for Jian Sanren, he is just a name in name only and it is difficult for him to withstand a single blow from him."
"Haha, do you think I will believe you when you say that
Jun Mo and I once discussed the restoration of the Great Wilderness Sword Formation. We are friends. Doesn’t Taoist Jing Chen know that Jun Mo is obsessed with swords and has no desire to fight? That’s why he wouldn’t say such a thing.”
Jian Sanren still had his eyes closed, and then he pointed his finger, and an extremely sharp sword energy shot out and brushed past Taoist Jingchen's neck.
A big tree behind him immediately exploded into powder.
Jing Chen's body trembled and he broke into a sweat. If this sword energy hit him, he would probably be no different from the tree.
"But the information you gave me is of some value. I haven't seen that old friend for hundreds of years. It's time for a good competition."
Jian Sanren then stood up and walked towards the thatched hut, without ever looking at Taoist Jingchen who had frightened eyes.
After seeing Jian Sanren leave, Taoist Jingchen breathed a sigh of relief and was delighted. He then quickly boarded the cloud boat and left without looking back.
What Jian Sanren calls a competition is a competition that involves sacrificing one's life.
His philosophy is that only after experiencing a life-or-death situation can a person's strongest sword be unleashed.
There were only four or five people who died at the hands of Jian Sanren's virtual god during the competition.