In the vast land of Gujie, a world of mortal realm, there was the Qingming Sword Sect, one of the largest sects in this world.

In this heaven and earth, the reputation of this sect was known to everyone. In this sect, not only every hundred of years, there would be a group of cultivator who reached Spirit Transformation, Physique Integration or even Heavenly Tribulating stage, but also that more than 3,000 years ago, there was a Sect leader who broke through the Heavenly Tribulation and ascended to the Immortal Realm!

Perhaps because of this, this ancient sect has survived several calamities for thousands of years and still stood.

This year, it was the Qingming Sword Sect's disciple election which was held every 20 years. People from several countries, who were eager to find the path of immortality, gathered in the Hanging Sword Town under the Qingming Mountain.

But that night, a catastrophe quietly came to Qingming Sword Sect before they knew it.

In the night, two third-generation disciples were yawning boringly, talking about the latest martial art trivia and beautiful teachers and sisters. By the way, they thought about tomorrow's disciple election ceremony, wondered whether they would meet their fated one among new disciples.

But when they talked, a cloud of darkness quietly covered the Qingming Sword Sect, and silently clouded the bright moon.

The first thing that struck was a strong sense of oppression, which made them felt like they were suffocating, and these disciples guarding the mountain gate almost felt the strangeness and anxiety almost instantly.

Afterward, outside the protection array which covered the Qingming Mountain, the dark clouds filled the sky, and there were thunder snakes rolling in the dark clouds. During which a voice echoed as a thunderous rumbling sounded.

“Old Qing Ming! I come to revenge!”

The rumble of thunder was louder, the thunderbolt exploded, and the thunder snakes in the dark clouds gathered together and turned into a large thunder lance. It slammed onto the protection array of the Qingming Sect, causing a violent shaking.

“Hurry up and report to the Sect leader!”

The disciples fell to the ground with this violent tremor, but a second-generation disciple quickly reacted, hurriedly got up from the ground, shouted at the other disciples, and then rushed to the Alarming Bell. He used his fist like a hammer, hit the bell, made it ringing loudly.

The array engraved on Alarming Bell made its sound echoed to all the Qingming Mountain. At this moment, everyone in the Qingming Sword Sect heard this sound, and the second generation of disciples quickly commanded their junior brothers and sisters, and younger generations to take refuge. The first-generation disciples drove their respective flying swords, followed the elders and the leader to rise into the sky. For a time, countless swords flying on the top of Qingming Mountain shuttled through, which was a beautiful scene.

But the uninvited guest apparently did not have the patience to wait for the arrival of the sect leader and the elders. Seeing that the thunder lance was unbroken, the rolling black clouds under its control suddenly turned into a beast paw that covered the sky, and it suddenly swung toward Qingming Sword Sect. With a crisp sound, the protection array, which stood and protected Qingming Sword Sect for thousands of years, was crushed by the giant cloud claws like a soap bubble.

The giant claws continued unabated and made a loud noise. From the mountain gate to the main hall, along with the whole mountain road, all of which were ruined.

It was also at this time that a cyan sword light came directly from the cloud and turned into a cyan flying sword, which suddenly slammed in front of the giant cloud claw.

A figure soared from the highest main peak of the Qingming Mountain and turned into a handsome figure in a white robe, standing in the air, watching the dark clouds and coldly said:

“Who is coming?”

“Ignorant Junior! Haven't you heard of this Thunder Demonic Venerable's reputation?”

The dark clouds kept rolling, seeming to be brewing with anger.

“Today I came to settle the odds with Old Qing Ming. Get him out!”

“Our founder, Qing Ming ancestor, had already ascended three thousand years ago.”

The sect leader, Juyun Zi frowned:

“If you are looking for him, you should go to the Immortal Realm, not to invade our Qingming Sword Sect!”

“Ha ha ha ha ha ha.”

A laugh sounded from among the clouds:

“Funny, ridiculous! Even that damned Old Qing Ming can ascend? Okay, you are his disciples, so today I will destroy your sect, then I will seek revenge in the Immortal Realm!

The dark clouds dispersed, and among the thunderclouds, a huge and immortal beast appeared, which had a wolf head and a horse body, followed by three hook-shaped long tails, entangled in black sullen thunder.

Sure enough, it was the thunder beast sealed by the ancestor three thousand years ago …

Seeing its true body, Juyun Zi frowned.

This thunder beast had the bloodline of a legendary beast in the Immortal Realm. It originally had the strength equivalent to the Mahayana monk. After falling into the demonic path, its strength has soared. Now it could almost rival cultivators in the Great Ascension stage. He was very confident, but he also knew that he could not be the opponent of this Thunder Beast. The one who had the highest rank in the sect was the Great Elder, but he was currently in closed-door cultivation. Once he was disturbed, not mention his lifespan would be affected, his Qi Essence would recoil and seriously injured him, which wouldn't help this case.

Thinking of this, Jue Yunzi's thoughts moved and contacted one of his close disciples.

“Go to Seven Stars Peak and ask Uncle Ancestor to come and help!”

A disciple in red clothing, driving a flying sword, swiping behind the elders, passed on the disciple's words and quickly took the lead. Then he turned into a streamer and flew to the most remote peak of the Qingming Mountain.

Seeing his disciple flying away, Juyun Zi relaxed a little, then he raised his fingers, and the blue flying sword under his feet turned into a stream of rainbow flying around him.

“Want to destroy the Qingming Sword Sect? Then I, Juyun Zi, can only let Jue Yunzi compete with you Thunder Demonic Venerable for a while!”