The eventual winner was, naturally, Yin Tian Tian, without a shadow of a doubt.
However, it was a pity that he was unable to kill Pei Dongliu, which made Yin Tiandian regret.
A woman’s heart is not always big, let alone a domineering one. When he was ridiculed by Pei Dongliu, he did not say so at the time, but he remembered it in his heart.
This time, she was aiming for someone’s life, but unfortunately, she did not get all the credit in the end.
After this battle, the Daoist Conference came to an end, with all sides basically splitting up the winners and losers.
The only loss of strength was the death of one of Lan Cang’s corpse-dissolving immortals.
Then it was time for the delightful distribution of cakes.
As the two Xuan Devil Sects had won more than they lost, they were supposed to take the biggest share of the cake, with the former Northern Zhou and the newly defeated Jeju, Lingzhou and the former Qingzhou all being truly taken by the Northern Zhou.
The Daoist clan took the now sparsely populated Eastern Zhou and half of the Central Zhou, not too much of a profit, but not a loss either.
As for the Buddhists, they were worse off, being subjected to multiple attacks by the Daoists and Xuan Devils and driven to the Western Region, sort of inheriting the territory of the former PeaC*ck remnants.
The Northern Zhou also unified the Central Plains after this a*sembly, reviving the former glory of the Great Zhou, which has since become the Great Zhou and unified the world.
At this point, the world was settled, but the struggle between the various parties was still going on, and because of the existence of the Dao Realm, as long as Qing Yu and the other three did not die, the battle for the Dao would continue forever.
In this way, ten years pa*sed in a hurry.
Ten years later, near the divine capital, a mountain range hovers in the air.
“Yay~”
“I’ve finally made it out of the division.”
The young girl, nearly twenty years old, cheered, her silvery-white hair arcing energetically through the air as she moved.
She was Lian Qingduan, now the closed-door disciple of True Martial Master Xuan Zhen, the next generation at the helm of the True Martial Sect.
Since the end of the Daoist Conference ten years ago, Qing Yu had handed over the position of Sect Leader to Xuan Zhen, completely detaching herself from mundane affairs.
He is in the Dao realm, a man beyond the mundane, and to worry about such mundane matters any longer would make him uncomfortable for himself, and for the disciples who come into contact with him.
So he handed over the position of True Martial Master to Xuan Zhen and slowly withdrew himself from the world’s attention, becoming a legendary figure, increasingly mysterious.
To this day, even many disciples of the True Martial Sect have never actually met Qing Yu, the Lord Xuan Zhen.
Of course, Lian Qingduan was not one of them. In fact, she could see Qing Yu every week and seek advice from him on martial arts and various other knowledge, and was considered half of Qing Yu’s disciples.
It was not until today that Lian Qingduan was finally able to be on her own and was allowed by Qingyu to leave the school.
At this moment, Qing Yu was watching Lian Qingduan cheerfully, watching her think she was out of the hell of learning, watching her unconcealed joy.
Young people, they always think they can get off easy, but in fact, reality is always harsher than they think.
It’s like what Qing Yu’s teachers used to say in her previous life, when you go to high school you’ll be free, when you go to university you’ll be free, when you graduate you’ll be free.
But in reality, high school students get up earlier than a chicken and sleep later than a dog, and university students can’t help but work hard if they want to get good grades or continue their studies.
It is better to say that you are a student than a school animal.
And after graduation, if your family is not rich, then you will find that you have entered the ultimate hell of life, evolving from a school animal to a social animal.
Just like Lian Qingduan at this time, she did not know that her master Xuan Zhen had long since grown tired of managing mundane affairs and was waiting for Lian Qingduan to hand over the affairs to her step by step after she had left the school, so that she could free herself.
So that ah ——
“Still too young after all.” Qing Yu sighed.
Let’s hope the boy’s hairline won’t get high in the future.
“Qingduan, come here.” Qing Yu beckoned.
“Senior brother.”
The young girl with long silver-white hair leapt gently from the edge of the mountain peak to Qing Yu’s side, showing a smiling face and said, “Is there something wrong? Brother.”
“Senior brother gives you a gift.”
Qing Yu tapped a finger on her brow, and blood-coloured vital energy was injected, forming a red mark on her brow, “With the power of this blood dome, you won’t have to worry about your hairline rising.”
Enough vital energy to save ten dying Tong Shen was used to preserve her hair, even if Lian Qingduan worked without sleep for ten days, she would not need to worry about her hairline.
“You will thank senior brother later.”
Qing Yu patted her little head and said with a smile that gave Lian Qingduan the creeps.
“Thank you, senior brother.” Lian Qingduan said.
Even though she didn’t know what Senior Brother had done, Senior Brother would never harm her, would he? So it was right to be grateful.
“Well, go,” Qing Yu waved her hand, “your master is still waiting for you.”
“Oh, I’ll go then.”
Practicing Qingduan ran towards the edge of the mountain peak and took a leap, “White Phoenix.”
“Niko…”
The divinely handsome white luan bird swept up from beneath the mountain peak and steadily held onto Lian Qingduan’s body.
“Senior brother, I will visit you often~” she shouted back from the white phoenix’s back, waving her hand repeatedly.
“Good, senior brother will wait for you.” Qing Yu responded with a smile.
After sending off Lian Qingduan, Qing Yu sat down on the boulder by the cliff, basking in the afternoon sun, feeling the lazy warm air, and slowly stretched out, “I didn’t realize that ten years have pa*sed, ah.”
In these ten years, despite the constant friction between the various Daoist traditions and the never-ending open and dark fights, the general sign of peace was still maintained.
The world was becoming more and more prosperous under the rule of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and this decade was also called a prosperous time by those who had experienced that great calamity.
“If there are no surprises, peace will still last for quite a few more years, until the height of prosperity declines and the Great Zhou Dynasty enters a period of decay.”
Just as it is in the darkest of circumstances that the purest light is spawned, the initial decay, too, occurs at the height of its heyday.
At that time, friction between the various Daoist traditions would intensify, and the two schools of Daoism and Buddhism would be able to see the opportunity to expand.
This is a trend that cannot be avoided by a dynasty, and not even Qing Yu, a Daoist realm, can prevent the emergence of corruption.
If there are no surprises, the next meeting of the Dao will be at the height of the development of the Great Zhou.
“But I can’t wait for that time.”
Qing Yu looked at the seven-coloured card rising in front of him and locked eyes with the figure on it, “I waited for nine years and finally waited for you last year. From then on I knew that the opportunity had come.”
The black and white feathered wings overlapped each other and unfolded behind Qing Yu, and the invisible pressure caused the space, which was even more solid after ten years, to begin to distort.
“System, enter the inheritance space.”
“Inheritance space, opening in progress ——”
With a familiar blur before his eyes, Qing Yu appeared in a land of eternal light, stepping on top of a floating island.
