Chapter 808

Li Rui flew out of the imperial palace.

He boarded a flying vessel with Liu Tiezhu and Wang Zhao, heading south.

Not long after.

They arrived at the foot of the Ten Thousand Mountains.

This was the sect base Li Rui had long chosen for the lower sect.

Thus,

his five disciples—two in the Ten Thousand Mountains, two in the capital, one in Yunzhou—could each manage their own domain while intertwining and balancing one another.

For at least two thousand years, there would be no danger.

As for longer than that, it was no longer Li Rui’s concern.

“So this is our mountain gate?”

Liu Tiezhu said with excitement.

Wang Zhao, too, showed rare signs of agitation.

When had they ever imagined they’d become founding members of a new sect?

“Mm.”

Li Rui nodded.

He had agreed to establish the lower sect partly to conceal that the Immortal Tomb had already recognized him as its master; moreover, the Ten Thousand Mountains had once been the domain of an ancient immortal sect—ancestors’ judgment never erred, so choosing this place was inevitable.

Wang Zhao asked: “Master, what shall we name our immortal sect?”

“Wenda Sect.”

To seek the Dao, to seek immortality.

Li Rui had cultivated for over three hundred years; what he sought was not power, but immortality.

The words “immortality” carried too great a weight, too vast a karmic burden.

It was said

that in the immortal cultivation world, Dao Sect and Sword Sect had once appeared, but both vanished into history’s river, unable to bear the weight of their names.

Immortality was the same—so Li Rui concealed “immortality,” keeping only “seek the Dao.”

A True Lord founding a sect was enough to bear those two characters.

On this day,

Wenda Sect officially opened its mountain gate.

Guests came in droves.

“Yu Hua Sect comes to offer congratulations.”

“Shen Xuan Sect extends greetings to True Lord Changqing.”

Beyond the local immortal sects of Jin Ting Province, even many renowned sects from Tai Hua Province and the three nearby provinces arrived to pay respects.

They gave ample ceremony.

Of course, most came to court True Lord Changqing and the White Jade Capital behind him.

“Master, younger brother.”

Liu Tiezhu, smiling, had just seen off an elder from an immortal sect when Wang Zhao approached.

“Brother, don’t tease me—I’m only temporarily holding this post.”

Wang Zhao sighed.

Indeed,

he was the first Sect Master of Wenda Sect.

As for Li Rui, he was the Supreme Ancestor and would not interfere in sect affairs.

Li Rui had five disciples—why was it Wang Zhao?

According to Li Rui’s reasoning,

the first Sect Master of Wenda Sect need not be dazzling; being humble was better, even a low realm was acceptable, for otherwise it would bring disaster, not blessing.

With him, the Supreme Ancestor, holding the seat, steady progress was enough.

Wang Zhao looked toward the great hall behind him.

That was where the Supreme Ancestor Li Rui sat, and there, five True Lords sat together.

“True Lord Changqing is a dual-certified cultivator; in time, he will be no weaker than the late Dual-Complete Dao Jun.”

Said an old man with white hair and a ruddy complexion.

“Dao Jun Zi Kong overstates my worth.”

Li Rui smiled and shook his head.

This Dao Jun Zi Kong was the Supreme Elder of an immortal sect in Nan Zhengyang Province, who had come specially from there.

“Dual certification is an act against heaven—how did True Lord Changqing accomplish it?”

An old woman took up the question.

At these words,

the other two, aside from Fu Feng True Lord, all showed curiosity; dual certification had occurred only twice in ten thousand years—Dual-Complete Dao Jun and Li Rui—and all who came here naturally wished to learn the secret.

Li Rui: “Merely lucky.”