Hmmm-

At the top of the Spirit Peak, a Kunpeng stretched out its black and white wings, circled down, and landed on the jade platform. Dust ginseng got off Peng's back, looked at the two lonely figures in a daze, and was silent for a long time.

"That's ...... Ginseng?!"

The dusty black hair was sandwiched with silver threads, and his face was full of astonishment. However, when he saw the shadow of the dust ginseng, he couldn't help but look at it, and two lines of turbid tears rolled down. He was really afraid that seeing this scene was caused by the faintness of old eyes.

Ji Ci's pale face froze in an instant, and a pair of cut autumn pupils were full of tears.

"It's really me—"

The mournful sound echoed throughout the palace, making people feel pity. Who can understand the longing for the return of the son?

Chenshen looked at the figure of the old man, and couldn't help but feel sour in his heart, and immediately knelt down and said,

"Dad, mother, San'er is back-"

yes, it's been three years!

The two of them miss the dust ginseng all the time, but they never thought that there would be a time to meet again!

"It's good to come back, it's good to come back......"

Dust Gufeng and Ji Ci cried with joy, and grabbed the dust ginseng and looked at it non-stop, for fear that it was just a big dream. Chen Ling'er held her cheeks and smiled shallowly.

A few people had a handful of snot and a handful of tears, and they didn't say much, and immediately gathered around the dust and entered the main hall.

In a short time, the hall was filled with people. Everyone looked at the figure on the stone seat in amazement and whispered.

"Is that Young Master Chenshen?"

"Young Master Chenshen is a cultivation genius, I'm afraid it's even stronger than the genius of the Eighth Division!"

One after another reverent gazes were cast, which made the dust ginseng a little uncomfortable. Over the years, there have been no geniuses in the Chen's headquarters, which has led to the domineering of the children of the eight departments.

"Hmph! Young Master Chenshen is back, just to deter those so-called geniuses of the Eight Divisions!"

Everyone was united, as if they firmly believed that the young man in front of them would bring a different miracle.

"Brother—"

A touch of crimson appeared on Chen'er's face, and she said sweetly. She showed a pair of small tiger teeth and grabbed Dust Ginseng's arm. Dust Ginseng smiled and nodded, and then took out an ice bead and gave it to Dust Ling'er. This ice bead is obtained from the bottom of the ice pool, which is extremely rare.

"Sam'er, how did you come back?"

Ji Ci looked at the dust ginseng dotingly, and his voice paused. All of a sudden, the eyes of the people of the Chen Clan flashed with a strange light, and countless Dao converged.

On that day, where was the young master of dust ginseng taken by the immortals?

Dust Ginseng smiled slightly, just a glimpse of it. In the main hall, everyone looked at each other, and they were also quite confused. For a long time, the dust and ancient wind glanced down, frowned, and said,

"San'er, tomorrow is the day when my dust clan awakens the spiritual root......"

The spiritual root is a gift from heaven. Anyone who is promoted to the Inscription Realm must awaken the spiritual root in the body and choose the corresponding Dao method.

There are three thousand avenues, all of which are encapsulated in the spiritual roots. And if you awaken the spiritual root, you can know your own innate Dao method.

Generally speaking, the Dao is divided into six types: Eight Elements of Spiritual Power, Yin and Yang Power of Life and Death, Nine Heavens Mysterious Power, Qiankun Dao Power, Forbidden Doom Power, and Otherworldly Power.

Except for the Eight Elements of Spiritual Power, the rest of the Dao Laws are all supreme laws, which are rare in the world.

Every other year, the dust clan will open the Shakya Jue Ling Pagoda and hold a grand ceremony of awakening the spiritual root.

After hearing this, the face of the dust ginseng sank, revealing a touch of ruthlessness. When he had spoken before, he had naturally learned something about the Eight Divisions. These eight are really tricky......

"Could it be that the person who robbed and killed me before was sent by the Eighth Division?"

There was a vague guess in Chenshen's heart, and when he thought of this, he couldn't help but grit his teeth secretly,

"Eight geniuses?"

......

Undoubtedly, the return of dust ginseng has caused a sensation. Even the Eight Tribes sensed that something was wrong. Will the genius of yesteryear finally return?

The dust and ancient wind immediately held a banquet to wash the dust for the dust ginseng.

Daqiancheng, the spiritual peaks are towering and upright. These aura-rich peaks are left by ancestors and are precious. And it is precisely by relying on these resources that the Chen clan can become the great clan of Southern Xinjiang.

Among the mountains, a giant peak plunges into the sky. On it, there is a magnificent hall.

On the first seat, the ancient wind smiled happily, and a pot of wine was drunk. Ji Ci looked at the dust ginseng gently, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

"I heard that the nephew is back?"

Suddenly, a deep voice came from outside the main hall. I saw the eight figures striding into the main hall with their heads held high, and the elite soldiers behind them were full of energy and extraordinary momentum.

Suddenly, there was silence in the hall.

These eight people had a strong aura, and the spiritual power around them exuded extremely fluctuating fluctuations. I'm afraid that compared to the ancient style, it is only slightly inferior.

"Since you're here, let's take a seat......"

Dusty Gufeng's expression was restrained, his eyes were glazed, and he said coldly. The eight departments stole the ancestral burial without permission, and now they can fight against the main court, and they are naturally in the same situation.

If it weren't for the prestige of a few elders and the strength of the ancient style, these wolf ambitions would have been kings long ago.

"Unexpectedly, three years later, Chen Shenxian's nephew returned from his studies, but this cultivation is also average......

On the jade seat, a middle-aged man with a face like a crown of jade played with the black and white beads in his hand, squinting and smiling. Dust ginseng was a well-deserved first-day talent, but now in the three years of practice, there is no inch of progress, which is really ridiculous and generous.

This person's name is Dust, and he is the leader of the Eight Tribes, the most powerful of the Heavenly Sects. Behind him, a blue-robed young man stood. The young man's face was grim and handsome. He held a folding fan in his hand, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a touch of provocation,

"It's just that I don't know how strong I am now on the first day......"

The dust ginseng is amazing, and it is only natural for the first day of the dust clan to win the family position. But now it has been three years, the first day, and I am afraid that it has already been replaced.

The two great geniuses in the current clan are among the heavenly and earthly people. These two can be said to be in the right place at the right time.

"Hmph, even if Young Master Chenshen has been cultivating for three years, it is not something you can compare!"

The disciples of the main department were annoyed and angry, baring their teeth and scolding. Over the years, the eight departments have gathered resources and have been stabilizing the main department. Dusty, equally talented.

Dust was about to scold, but Dust Ming glanced at him, lowered his eyes slightly, and said,

"Jue'er, tomorrow is the Linggen Ceremony, so naturally you have the opportunity to show your skills......"

As soon as these words came out, the younger generation of the Eight Divisions couldn't help but secretly stare at the dust ginseng, and their eyes burned with fierce war intent.

After three years of cultivation, I am afraid that I will become a stepping stone!

The next day, the ancient platform was sealed.

At this time, the Chen's mansion was lit up with lights, and there was an endless flow of people.

All kinds of gemstone utensils, everything you need. Even the seats are cast from precious ice jade, which is beautifully carved and elegant.

On the jade table, the cold jade cup shone with a cold white light. Its side is covered with all kinds of spirit fruits. These spiritual fruits exude wisps of fragrance, and the spiritual power is permeated

The major sects came one after another to observe this Awakening Spiritual Root Ceremony.

On the first seat of the stone platform, the dust ancient wind has a majestic expression, his eyes are as sharp as an eagle falcon, his face is like a crown of jade, he is dressed in a thick white robe, and his breath is as thick as an abyss.

"Patriarch Chen, don't come unharmed"

The clouds at the feet of a purple-haired old man dissipated and fell from the sky. Its purple pupils burst out with a glow of light, arching towards the ancient wind.

"It turned out to be the Ziji real person from the Purple Pole Cave, take a seat"

The dust ancient wind bowed slightly, and an invisible fluctuation spread, but it was still silent.

Ziji Zhenren's eyes were slight, and he glanced towards the figure behind the ancient wind, and said with deep meaning,

"Oh, presumably this is the first son of the Dust Clan, Dust Ginseng?"

"It's the dog"

Dusty Gufeng showed a smile and bowed his head. Suddenly, one after another eyes turned, some surprised, some disdainful, and so on.

Especially when the children of the eight tribes heard this sentence, they all snorted secretly in their hearts.

It used to be the first day, but now, it is not necessarily......

"Haha, Linggen Ceremony, Chen'er and nephew will definitely be sharp......"

On the side, the eight departments sat as observers, and some people sneered. However, the eyes of several people were very meaningful. If you look at the fire in the dusty cave, how can you not understand what these old foxes are thinking?

Not far away, a huge golden tower stood on top of an altar.

I saw that the golden pagoda was shining with divine light, and strange runes flowed throughout its body. The golden pagoda is divided into nine floors, and above each floor, a silver treasure mirror is hung.

This pagoda is called the Shakya Jue Ling Pagoda, which is the thing that awakens the spiritual root.

"Let's open the Awakening Pagoda......"