The twenty-seven assigned elders took the order and left, and only the head of the hall, Ling Daozun, was left.

Without the presence of outsiders, Ling Daozun's face, Fang Cai's high-spirited demeanor was all gone.

"Alas......"

Ling Daozun's sigh echoed in the empty hall, and he leaned back in his chair as if he was extremely tired, showing a rare hint of weakness.

Because Ling Daozun knew in his heart that his previous arrangements and methods were only a palliative solution after all.

Even if all the means are used this time, it may be able to help Chen Yuan achieve a beautiful result, but what about the next session, the next session, or even a hundred years later?

Ling Daozun's eyes seemed to have seen some kind of sad future......

can be the head of a faction, Ling Daozun is naturally not an ordinary person, in addition to his good scheming, Ling Daozun also has his own uniqueness.

Somewhat similar to Prince Su's talent, Ling Daozun was born with a very keen sense of the aura between heaven and earth, so before many elders of the main sect realized what the problem was, he had already sensed that something was not quite right.

"The aura between heaven and earth is getting thinner and thinner......"

If we take it as a benchmark ten years ago, in the past ten years, the concentration of spiritual energy between heaven and earth has dropped by about half a percent.

It doesn't sound like that serious, but what if it were another ten or twenty decades, not to mention the speed at which the concentration of this aura was declining now, there was a faint tendency to accelerate.

The evil consequences of the decline in aura have been demonstrated, and the first thing is that the quality of the younger disciples is no longer as good as it was at the beginning.

It's a pity that this kind of change like boiling a frog in warm water has not aroused people's vigilance, and the slight decline in the quality of disciples is just a normal situation in the eyes of those high-level people in the main sect.

Over the years, Ling Daozun has also had several opportunities to return to the sect to report on his work, and he took the opportunity to mention this issue several times openly or secretly, but he was ridiculed for being unfounded: as we all know, the aura of heaven and earth is the evolution of heaven and earth, and the heavens have given it, can it still collapse on this day?

In desperation, Ling Daozun had to secretly investigate to find more tangible evidence, but after so many years, he could not find the reason for the drop in aura concentration, nor did he know how to deal with the current predicament.

For Ling Daozun, this feeling of looking at the familiar world in front of him, slowly sliding into the abyss but being powerless, was simply terrible.

I'm afraid the best ending in the future is to go back to the situation three thousand years ago, Ling Daozun thought to himself.

Regarding the history of Ying Tianzong, Ling Daozun is relatively well understood.

Before the rise of Ying Tianzong, the number of monks was far less than it is now.

Even the Second Sect of the Ten Thousand Swords Medicine God, which has the name of a holy place, only has a few hundred disciples.

As for the smaller sects, many of them only have two or three big cats and small kittens.

At that time, the mode of cultivating disciples in the cultivation realm was more like an elite education, and the disciples were carefully selected from one out of ten thousand.

As a senior, generally only one or two heirs will be accepted, and those with many disciples are only a few dozens.

When Ying Tianzong was born, under the slogan of having a religion and no class, he recruited a wide range of disciples, relying on the advantage of a large number of people and a large number of people, and completely destroyed the old model.

After that, the Tao was completely popularized, and it was no longer a secret that was cherished by a broom in a small circle, and from then on, this world of cultivation truly ushered in a prosperous era.

However, if the current situation continues, it may be hundreds of years from now, and the cultivation realm will have to return to its original pattern again.

It's just that this time it's no longer because of the selfish thoughts of the cultivators, but because they can't find so many qualified disciples at all.

And at that time, the advocate of the teaching model, Ying Tianzong, who won with more people, was destined to fall from the altar of the Holy Land.

Thinking about all this in vain, Ling Daozun sighed wistfully: "Even so, what can I do, the deity is just a branch head......

Chen Yuan sighed leisurely and watched the mountain gate of Liantian Peak gradually disappear in his field of vision.

This time he went to the twenty-seventh assignment, and he was only followed by Zhou Zhihao and Su Qingyun, oh, of course, there was also the dog leftover.

As for the other helpers that Chen Yuan expected, none of them were here.

Chen Yuan recalled the scene when he went to find Miss Yao'er, and when he opened his mouth to invite her to go to the twenty-seventh dispatch with him, he could see that Miss Yao'er was obviously very moved.

It's just that at this moment, a cough came from nowhere between heaven and earth, and then Miss Yao'er had to say gloomily that she needed to concentrate on preparing in order to break through the realm of Yuanying.

At that time, Chen Yuan glared at the air dissatisfiedly, but he was not a person who did not know the seriousness, and after comforting Miss Yao'er for a few words, he agreed to go to the twenty-seventh assignment to find himself after she broke through to the Yuanying realm.

After going to find Senior Sister Qian, Chen Yuan was even more empty, and only after asking others did he know that Senior Sister Qian somehow chose to travel to the extreme north, and Chen Yuan had been busy refining spiritual weapons for a few months, so he didn't know about it at all.

This also made Chen Yuan feel very guilty, and he felt that he usually neglected to care about Senior Sister Qian.

As if this was just the beginning, Chen Yuan's search for people fell short one after another.

Senior Brother Yi Sheng of the Formation Dao was a few years older and had already been assigned, and even his junior disciples didn't know where Yi Sheng was now.

As for Xiong Ran, at the mention of him, Chen Yuan's heart was even more gloomy.

In any case, Chen Yuan didn't expect that Xiong Ran was one of the three Ying Tian disciples who were killed last year under the pretext of the Law Enforcement Palace's attack on the Chengqi Division.

Unexpectedly, the fellow disciple who still had some friendship went like this, and when he learned the news, Chen Yuan was very depressed, and finally had to sigh: Flowers bloom and leaves fall from time to time, and things are people and everything......

Fortunately, Chen Yuan caught Su Qingyun in the Spirit Beast Garden later, this senior brother who sacrificed himself to block a sword for Prince Su at the Ningcheng Meeting, did not forget the friendship of fighting side by side back then, and when he heard that Chen Yuan needed his help when he was assigned to the army, he agreed without hesitation.

In this way, Chen Yuan embarked on the journey of "going home" with some regrets and melancholy, with some expectations and hopes.

There, is the starting point of all his stories.

"Senior Brother Su, it's coming soon, look at the mountain in front of you, it is the Mingyuan Peak where the twenty-seventh assignment is located. Chen Yuan introduced to Su Qingyun, who was here for the first time.

"Sure enough, it's a place with good mountains and good waters," Su Qingyun exclaimed, "No wonder we can cultivate such outstanding talents as Senior Brother Chen and Senior Brother Zhou." ”

"Senior Brother Su has won the award. ”

As the distance slowly shortened, the twenty-seventh mountain gate appeared in front of everyone, and Chen Yuan and the three of them pressed the head of the sword and prepared to land.

"Huh. ”

At this moment, Chen Yuan let out a startled sigh, and not far ahead, he saw a familiar figure.

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