In other words, the immortal path was reforming, and this seal was slowly disintegrating.
With a slight shift in Gu Changyuan's thoughts, a secret art circulated in his palm, beginning an in-depth analysis of the entire seal.
Time slowly passed.
A moment later—
He opened his eyes, a flash of understanding passing through them.
Based on the speed of the seal's disintegration, it would take about four hundred more years for it to completely break.
Four hundred years wasn't actually that long for cultivators.
But Gu Changyuan's focus didn't linger on "how long it would take."
He continued to analyze the structure of the entire seal.
The seal gathered the auras of countless Great Daos.
Metal, wood, water, fire, earth, yin and yang, life and death, time, space, and karma... almost every Great Dao had left its trace within it.
It would be entirely impossible for an ordinary family to break this seal.
Because it would be very difficult for them to detect every Great Dao here and then find the corresponding cultivators to break it together.
But Gu Changyuan...
The corners of his mouth curled up slightly.
What a coincidence.
He had just enough.
He already knew the method to break this seal like the back of his hand.
However, Gu Changyuan didn't plan to act right now.
Firstly, his disciples' cultivation levels were not high enough yet.
Currently, combining the three regions, although there were quite a few cultivators above the Tribulation Transcendence Realm, if they really wanted to ascend to the Immortal Realm and establish their own immortal sect, this amount of manpower was far from enough.
Wouldn't it be wonderful to accumulate for a few hundred more years, nurture a few hundred Tribulation Transcendence Realm cultivators, and then ascend together, directly establishing a firm foothold in the upper realm?
Secondly—
How long had he been back?
He hadn't rested enough yet.
As soon as he went to the upper realm, he would be busy off his feet again. Establishing an immortal sect, dealing with the Imperial Court, handling all sorts of messy affairs...
Just thinking about it was tiring.
Let's rest first.
Gu Changyuan withdrew his thoughts, took one last look at the slowly disintegrating seal, and then—
"Bang."
That phantom suddenly shattered, turning into countless fine points of light that dissipated into the chaos.
Inside the room.
Gu Changyuan, who was sitting cross-legged, slowly opened his eyes.
A faint smile hung on the corners of his mouth.
"Since the immortal path seal isn't a big deal..."
He stood up and stretched.
"Then let's rest first."
...
After all, using the teleportation array in the future would inevitably consume the spiritual vein's origin, so it was necessary to thoroughly understand the spiritual vein's direction and origin distribution in advance.
Only then could he operate the secret art more quickly to repair the spiritual vein's depletion after the subsequent teleportations ended.
Over the past two days, aside from the people of the Five Great Families who remained at the Zhuge family to rest and discuss follow-up matters.
The other various factions that had come to participate in the gathering had gradually left Heavenly Secret City, returning to their respective territories.
Once the grand teleportation array was completed, Gu Changyuan delayed no further. He gently grasped with his right hand, and faint spatial ripples appeared at his fingertips. An invisible suction force instantly crossed millions of miles, heading straight for the Ninth Peak of the Heaven and Human Holy Land—Cold Jade Peak.
Near the peak of Cold Jade Peak, there was a residence.
The residence wasn't large; a few cold-resistant spiritual plants were planted in the courtyard, and the furnishings inside were simple.
Because the Ninth Ancestor was absent, the elder in charge of reception had first arranged for Dugu Shiling to stay here—the place closest to the Ninth Ancestor, to show importance.
At this moment, Dugu Shiling was sitting cross-legged on a jade bed, her eyes slightly closed, and a faint cold aura circulating around her body.
With her master absent and no one to guide her practice, she could only cultivate on her own according to the method she used in the Dugu family before.
Right in the middle of her cultivation—
Suddenly!
The surrounding space sharply solidified.
Dugu Shiling only felt an invisible force envelop her entire being, rendering her unable to move.
She fiercely opened her eyes, her pupils shrinking drastically.
The next instant—
The world spun.
When she could see the scene before her clearly again, she found herself in a completely unfamiliar room.
With carved beams and painted rafters, and elegant furnishings, it was clearly a guest room of a great family at first glance.
And in the center of the room, a black figure was quietly looking at her.
She recognized that face.
It was the Holy Ancestor of the Holy Land she had met when she first stepped into the Heaven and Human Holy Land—her future grandmaster.
Dugu Shiling took a deep breath, suppressing the shock and doubt in her heart, and immediately bowed:
"This lowly girl, Dugu Shiling, greets the Holy Ancestor."
Gu Changyuan slightly raised his hand, and a gentle force helped her up.
"Rise."
His tone was casual:
"Just call me Grandmaster from now on. We are currently in the Zhuge family of Heavenly Secret City in the Central Continent.
Since Mengyao happens to be here, I teleported you over to complete your apprenticeship."
Hearing this, Dugu Shiling was stunned at first.
Immediately after, stormy seas surged in her heart!
Central Continent?!
She was just at the Heaven and Human Holy Land a moment ago, and in the blink of an eye, she had arrived in the Central Continent?!
This was a distance of who knows how many millions of miles!
To teleport a person from so far away in an instant...
Just how terrifying was her grandmaster's strength?
Forcing down the shock in her heart, she said respectfully:
"Yes, Grandmaster."
Gu Changyuan nodded:
"By the way, your father is also in the Zhuge family now. After you complete your apprenticeship, you two can happen to meet."
Saying this, he waved his right hand—
The next instant, the two had appeared in a quiet and secluded small courtyard.
...
Yaomeng Residence.
By the stone table in the courtyard, Xu Mengyao and Zhuge Sijue were sitting side by side.
Sunlight spilled down, warm and genial.
Xu Mengyao was holding a small swaddled baby in her arms, and Zhuge Sijue was also holding one. The two were coaxing the little things in their arms with gentle expressions.
The space rippled slightly.
Gu Changyuan appeared out of thin air with Dugu Shiling.
Xu Mengyao and Zhuge Sijue stood up at the same time.
"Master."
Gu Changyuan gave a slight nod, raising his hand to gesture for them to dispense with the formalities. He then turned sideways and introduced:
"Mengyao, this is the disciple I mentioned to you before who will join your tutelage, Dugu Shiling.
Now that the grand teleportation array has been set up, I conveniently brought her over so you can complete the apprenticeship today and settle this matter."
Hearing her master's words, Xu Mengyao rested her gaze on Dugu Shiling.
As someone born with an Ice Dao Body, she saw through Dugu Shiling's ice-attribute constitution at a glance, noting her solid foundation and impressive talent.
Although there was still a gap compared to her own Nine Heavens Profound Ice Dao Body, she was definitely a rare and excellent seedling.
She nodded and looked at Gu Changyuan again:
"Master, should we hold a special apprenticeship ceremony?"
Gu Changyuan spread his hands, his tone extremely casual, clearly not caring about these elaborate formalities:
"It's up to you. Whether it's complex or simple, it all depends on your wishes. I have no requirements."
He had always been very casual about this apprenticeship stuff.
Back when he took in those thirty founding disciples, he just had them perform a simple apprenticeship bow, stuffed all the disciple-exclusive resources and cultivation methods given by the system to them, and considered the apprenticeship ceremony complete.
What three kneelings and nine kowtows, what burning incense to sacrifice to the heavens, what announcing it to the world—
It was too troublesome.

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