It was dawn, the sun was shining, and the wind had stopped.

He Yingwu walked out of the stone house, bent over, picked up a handful of snow, slowly washed his face, and his spirit was slightly lifted.

He was a little tired, his heart aching to the extreme, shattered to slag, and his soul was in a trance.

As early as the apocalyptic world, through the "tinder" left by Master He Luo Yi in the Miracle Mountain Range, he realized that the Daode Sect was going to be difficult, and it was a great disaster, but he never dared to think that it would be such a catastrophe!

A Moral Sect of Prosperity for Thousands of Years...... Say no, it's gone?

Standing on the top of the peak, looking around, one island after another is endless, and you can't see the edge on all sides, and on many islands, there is a faint treasure misty, but it is full of green.

Sure enough, it's the island of a thousand islands, and it's really countless sects of cultivating immortals!

He Yingwu smiled tiredly, moved a few steps to the edge of the peak cliff, broke off a dead branch casually, slowed down the snow, and wrote down three words with one stroke and one stroke: Xuantian Sect.

There was no anger, no resentment, no madness in his eyes, just a calm, calm like ice for thousands of years, and like a deep and bottomless sea.

The tears that should have been shed were already shed last night, weren't they?

As soon as his mind moved, the broken arrow came out of the purple mansion and floated in front of him, He Yingwu stretched out his left hand, held the tip of the broken arrow, flipped his wrist lightly, and the arrow shaft was facing downward, and he held it slightly hard.

Burst~~~

An undetectable cutting sound.

Hot blood oozed out of the palm of the hand, dripping down the shaft of the arrow, snapping...... Smack...... Smack......

The pure white snow became bloodstained, and under the roasting of the blood, the snow melted little by little, forming blood flowers that were slightly sunk into it.

The blood flowers gradually connected and the area became larger and larger...... The three words of Xuantian Sect are becoming more and more blurred and damaged......

Finally, the blood dripped all over the area, and the "Xuantian Sect" gradually melted and disappeared, leaving only a small sea of blood, uneven.

From this day forward, there will be only blood, and no tears.

The debt owed by Xuantian Sect must be repaid a hundredfold!

Rebuild morality and kill Xuantian!

He Yingwu's eyes flashed!

Between the movements, the broken arrow returned to the purple mansion, unfolded the palm, and the granulation in the small wound grew wildly, and it recovered in no moment.

"Everyone, go up the mountain for a meeting!" its hoarse and roaring voice resounded through the mountains.

He Yingwu stomped his feet gently, and the blood and snow that had condensed into ice shattered into powder and scattered on the cliff.

Under the mountain, it should be Song Liancheng who rushed up the mountain with a group of people, He Yingwu smiled, turned around and went back to the house.

......

The stone house was a little embarrassed, the white rice was scattered all over the ground, He Yingwu squatted down, and the vitality was released like countless small spirit snakes, picking up one by one and putting them back in the bowl.

Not a single grain of rice was dropped.

"Sect Master......" Song Liancheng was shouting outside the door, and everyone had already come to the top of the mountain.

"Wait for me, right away. He Yingwu said lightly.

"Yes!"

Pick up the bowl and mix it with the cold dishes that have frozen out of the ice residue, and He Yingwu eats it one bite at a time.

Not a single grain of rice was left.

If the scattered rice represents yesterday's weakness, that's fine...... Weakness is gone.

According to He Yingwu's previous thoughts, the so-called founding of the sect was just a lie, and all he wanted was to escape, but now, ...... To rebuild the Daode Sect, let's start with the Shaking Light Division!

Fleeing: The sect was destroyed, and he didn't escape.

......

Pushing the door out, sixteen people stood neatly, and Song Liancheng was at the front.

He Yingwu glanced back and forth twice, and smiled: "Generally, when you start a sect, you always have to draw some big cakes for people, so I'll just talk about it, follow me ......."

He paused and slowly pointed around: "One day, the small island of a thousand islands will not be able to accommodate our big dreams, and I will tolerate mistakes...... If you are afraid, today is the last chance to withdraw unconditionally. ”

He Yingwu swept over everyone's faces, except for Song Liancheng, whose face was stunned, everyone else had a bitter gourd face, full of disbelief.

"After today, you will betray me and kill me again. He said lightly.

Song Liancheng was in a heartbeat, and his back was faintly cold.

He Yingwu obviously didn't want them to express his position, as if he was just saying a trivial matter, and continued: "This island is nameless, so from today on, it will be called 'Shaking Light Island', and our sect will be called 'Shaking Light Branch'." After today's meeting, Elder Song engraved the name of the sect on the mountainside boulder, understand?"

"Ah, sect master, it's up to you to ...... the name."

He Yingwu smiled slightly, but his mouth was slightly open, his words were hoarse and clear, and he said word by word: "No~ have ~ ~ wrong." ”

Song Liancheng immediately froze and nodded slightly: "Yes." ”

"There are two more things, first, Elder Song arranged for someone to go back to the Golden Sword Gate, transcribe the classics and exercises, take the spirit stones, treasures, etc., in short, everything that can be taken will be brought to me! As for what to take and how much to take, Elder Song is solely responsible for negotiating with the Golden Sword Gate. Second, spread the post widely and inform all the sects on the island of the Thousand Islands that from today onwards, the Immortal Cultivation Sect will have more of me to 'shake the light and divide the sect'!"

"Yes, what else does the sect master command?"

He Yingwu shook his head: "No, everyone just do their own thing." I had a breakthrough last night, and although it may cause the realm to fall, there is a great hope that I will solve the problem of falling into the demon......! There's still an item missing, and I need to go back to the Golden Sword Gate to retrieve it, so I'll just go myself, understand?"

"Understood!" everyone nodded.

Next is the time for Song Liancheng to arrange the work, He Yingwu was too lazy to listen, he said hello and set off, and went straight to the Golden Sword Gate.

......

With the black fog as a cover, He Yingwu didn't even meet King Jiangye, swaggered into the Golden Sword Gate Hall, came to Wei Rongcuo's private room, locked the door, and began to dig the tunnel.

He needed Wei Rongcuo's body.

Or rather, he needed Wei Rongguo's taste.

After getting what he needed, He Yingwu completely destroyed everything Wei Rongcuo, and in this world, there was no trace of demonizing the Wei sect master.

......

At noon, He Yingwu returned to Shake Light Island, went up to the middle of the mountain, and found that the roadside boulder was engraved with four big characters of dragon flying and phoenix dancing: Shake Light Division.

He smiled, saw that there was no one around, then jumped lightly, squatted down in the upper left corner of the boulder, waved his hand to sweep away the snow, took out the broken arrow with his intention, and carved a few words that were shallow, smaller than a fly's head: Daode Zongzhi.

After that, he gently attracted the dried vines and plants next to him, built a few layers, and naturally fell, just enough to cover the four small characters.

Jumping down lightly, He Yingwu took a few steps back, stood as tall as a dragon spear, and quietly looked at the boulder.

The shaking light of the Daode sect is divided.

Rebuilding morality, it all starts here.

......

Back at the peak stone house, the classic books and exercises of the transcription were sent one after another, He Yingwu asked people to put it down, and he read it roughly one by one.

The more you look at it, the more wrong it becomes.

In any case, after all, he is an inner disciple of the Daode Sect, even if he is not top-notch, he is at least well-informed, and what he has been in contact with before is the words of famous families.

In comparison, the Golden Sword Gate was much weaker, after all, it was only an extremely remote place in the vast Extreme North of the Atrium World...... One of them is just an inconspicuous small sect of immortal cultivation, which naturally cannot be compared with the former overlord of the atrium.

He Yingwu soon discovered that there were many errors in these transcribed exercises.

The classics are as vast as a sea of smoke, and they have been reading it until they have seen it at night, and then they have finished it hastily.

"Call everybody, have a meeting. He Yingwu tapped his forehead with a headache and waved his hand.

"Yes!"

Jiang Sidu and Gu Wanshui, who were waiting on the side, responded and hurriedly went out to call someone.

Soon, Song Liancheng took the lead, and everyone arrived at He Yingwu's stone house.

"I'm a little confused, tell me what realm you are!" He Yingwu sat loosely on the stone bench, his right arm pressed against the piles of classics, and his eyes were slightly closed.