Tian Yuan

Northern Wilderness, Misty Palace.

The forbidden area in the back mountain, the ancestral monument.

After Changsun Fengye returned, he came here directly, ignoring the orders of the high-level sect, and was too lazy to talk nonsense with them.

Because of the madness incident last time, he became so ruthless that he even killed himself, and no one in the upper echelon dared to stop him, watching from afar.

"The holy son practiced forbidden techniques, and became obsessed, and he didn't know when he would regain his sanity, alas!"

"The holy son loves Liu Lingran, and the holy woman loves Wu Junyan, all related to Qingzong."

"Today's Qingzong is precarious and cannot be approached. Although the Misty Palace has some background in the Northern Wilderness, if it is involved in the tide of the great world, it will definitely be deeply involved, and there may be danger of destroying the sect."

"I hope the Holy Son can understand this truth, and don't do it arbitrarily."

Hundreds of elders stood in the air with sad eyes.

The holy master's name is Yi Qianran, dressed in a black robe, with a solemn face, lowered his eyebrows and staring at the eldest grandson Fengye standing at the ancestral monument, with a heavy heart.

Ever since the Liu Lingran incident happened, Changsun Fengye had a gap with his master Yi Qianran, and the relationship between master and apprentice had a huge problem.

Ask yourself, Yi Qianran really didn't mean to bully Liu Lingran back then, she just wanted to break Liu Lingran's thoughts and not mess up Changsun Fengye's path of cultivation.

Unexpectedly, an elder in the sect made a good opinion and caused a catastrophe.

Ugh!

As the master of a sect, Yi Qianran cares about face very much, so far she has not bowed her head to apologize.

The master apologized to the apprentice, but couldn't save face.Moreover, he was afraid that it would be even more embarrassing if his apprentice did not forgive him after apologizing.

On the top of the mountain, Changsun Fengye reached out and touched the ancient ancestral stele.

The first feeling is roughness, as if the traces of the years flowed through the palm.

Changsun Fengye carefully looked at every trace of the ancestral stele, his eyes were deep like abyss, his white hair fluttered slightly, and there were wisps of strange aura emanating from his body.

The elders who were far away in the void seemed to sense something was wrong, their bodies felt slightly uncomfortable, and their eyes gradually changed.

"Oh!"

Suddenly, Changsun Fengye punched the ancestral tablet.

"What is the Holy Son doing?"

The sudden change made everyone frown and their hearts tremble.

"嘭, 嘭,. ..."

Changsun Fengye punched again, hitting the ancestral tablet non-stop, the strength of the punches gradually increased, and the speed became faster and faster.

Holy Lord Yi Qianran and all the high-level officials looked at this scene and looked at each other with suspicion in their eyes, not knowing the situation.

"The ancestral monument has existed for many years and is indestructible. What does Feng Ye want to do? Self-mutilation?"

Yi Qianran frowned, very puzzled.

Although everyone was confused, they did not stop Changsun Fengye.

In the eyes of everyone, the Holy Son is a complete lunatic, so don't provoke him and let him do what he wants.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

Changsun Fengye's fist was split open, and a few strands of blood flowed out.Even so, it didn't stop.

His eyes were firm, and his punches were fierce.

Deep in his heart, there seemed to be a vague voice guiding him to attack the ancestral tablet.

There is only one purpose, and that is to smash the ancestral monument.

As long as the ancestral tablet is broken, you can control your own destiny and embark on a path that truly belongs to you.

"Do you want to stop the Holy Son?"

"If this continues, the Son's hands will be useless. Even if the follow-up treatment is meticulous, it will have an impact on the body."

"The ancestral tablet 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 shake, and the consequences will be extremely serious."

Several hours later, seeing that the Holy Son hadn't stopped, the elders became worried.

Yi Qianran sensed the gazes from the elders, and was about to give an order that the Holy Son should not be allowed to mess around any longer.

Just when Yi Qianran opened his mouth, something happened.

"Boom!"

There was a loud noise, and several pieces of gravel powder were splashed.

Everyone was attracted by the sound and looked sideways.

A picture came into view and shocked everyone.

On the ancestral tablet, there was a groove, which was punched out by Changsun Fengye.

"This......"

Everyone present had experienced strong winds and waves, but at this moment they were horrified and shocked.

"The ancestral stele...a piece is broken."

Even the Holy Master couldn't help trembling all over, his eyes widened.

"According to the ancient books of the sect, the ancestral stele was made by a certain ancestor with a lifetime of painstaking efforts. It is indestructible and the stele of the clan."

The treasure of Misty Palace was shattered.

Moreover, it was smashed to pieces with a pair of fists by the eldest grandson Fengye who was still inexperienced. No one would believe it when the news got out.

There are several detailed records in the annals of history. The Misty Palace has faced many crises, and they all rely on the ancestral stele to overcome the difficulties.

"Boom! Boom!"

Changsun Fengye didn't care so much, he only had one thought in his mind, smash it!

"The ancestral monument cannot be damaged, stop the Holy Son!"

Although they don't know how the Holy Son did it, the elders could only suppress the horror in their hearts and wanted to stop it.

Once the ancestral monument is damaged, it will have a huge impact on Misty Palace.

"Whoosh-"

Suddenly, an extremely powerful coercion came from the depths of the forbidden area in the back mountain, shaking all the elders back.

Everyone stabilized their figures and turned their heads to look at the depths of the forbidden area, with a trace of awe in their eyes.

Immediately afterwards, an old man in rags came from the depths.

He has a skinny figure, with more than a dozen holes in his clothes, and only a few dozen hairs left, swaying in the wind.His face was old, his skin was yellow, and a pair of straw sandals were a bit tattered, with a few toes still sticking out.

Dress eclecticly and don't care about your own image.

The old man is the ancestor of Misty Palace, and the current strongest person.Similarly, he is also the last Holy Master of the Misty Palace, and his cultivation is so high that it is estimated that he has already touched the divine bridge.

For many years, the old holy master has been living in seclusion in the forbidden area of ​​the back mountain, and cannot go out of retreat.Calculate the time, it has been thousands of years.

Even if the current Holy Master asks to see him, he is turned away every time.

At this moment, the old holy master appeared for the first time, and everyone was so frightened that they quickly bowed and saluted: "See the ancestor."

"Master."

The Holy Master Yi Qianran was very excited, suppressed the joy in his heart, and clasped his fists.

"This child..." The old Holy Master ignored the crowd, his attention was all attracted by Changsun Fengye, his eyes shone brightly, his expression changed, he turned his head and asked Yi Qianran: " who is he?"

"The disciple's apprentice, the current Holy Son of Misty Palace."

The corner of Yi Qianran's mouth twitched lightly, completely speechless.

You really don't know anything about Misty Palace!

That's right, the old Holy Master has retreated for thousands of years and never cared about external affairs.The old Holy Master has no knowledge of the major events that have happened in recent years.

"You...have accepted a good apprentice." The old Holy Master looked at Changsun Fengye, his eyes were shining brightly, and murmured: "Unlike me, the apprentice you accepted is too useless."

"..."

Yi Qianran gave an awkward laugh, not daring to refute.

When the elders heard the old Holy Master's words, they all lowered their heads and shut up.

Compared with the old Holy Master, the Holy Master is indeed much weaker.

"Master, this kid is a bit crazy, if you don't stop him, he may destroy the ancestral monument."

Yi Qianran spoke.

"If he can really destroy the ancestral monument, it will be a great fortune for Misty Palace."

There was a trace of anticipation in the eyes of the old Holy Master.