All four halls bowed their heads, the senior brother of the Dao Sect!

Chapter 110 All Four Halls Bow Down, Senior Brother of the Dao Sect!

Lan He paused for a moment, then nodded calmly. Before such an ancient monster who had lived for countless years, any attempt at concealment was futile.

"Senior has keen insight. This junior has indeed come here for the Great Wilderness Scripture."

"It's fine to give it to you."

The Great Desolation Stele was straightforward, without the slightest hesitation, "The Great Desolation Scripture was created by me personally back then. Once this technique is mastered and activated, the entire area within ten thousand miles will become a barren wasteland, and all the life force within that area will be gathered into one body, with power capable of shattering the heavens."

His voice carried a hint of arrogance, yet also a trace of undisguised loneliness.

"Over the centuries, I have passed this technique on to countless people. Some were exceptionally talented, while others were of mediocre talent. But not a single person has been able to find both ancestral talismans."

He paused, his tone growing increasingly heavy: "I hope you can do it, kid. If you fail too, perhaps I won't have a final moment. At that time, that sect outside will be the first to suffer, and will surely be destroyed. You don't want that, do you?"

"I understand."

Lan He took a deep breath, nodded slowly, his expression solemn. The surface of the monument trembled slightly, as if it were nodding in agreement.

The next moment, the surface of the monument trembled violently, and the ancient characters on it detached themselves and transformed into streams of ancient yellow light, whistling and intertwining in the void.

The characters seemed to come alive, colliding and merging with each other, eventually coalescing into four ancient, yellow characters that floated quietly in front of the Blue River.

The Great Desolation Sutra!

The four characters were ancient and profound, each stroke seemingly containing a world-destroying power. Lan He gazed at them, faintly sensing the domineering will within them that threatened to annihilate all things.

"Take it."

The Great Desolate Monument's voice carried a hint of weariness, yet also a touch of anticipation: "I hope you can do it. After all—I have waited far too long."

Upon hearing this, Lan He said no more and immediately sat down cross-legged, focusing his mind.

The four ancient characters hovering around him seemed to sense something, trembled slightly, and then roared down, disappearing directly into Lan He's crown the moment they touched it.

Buzz!

The moment those four ancient characters entered his mind, Lan He's body trembled violently. A vast amount of information, imbued with antiquity and obscurity, surged through his mind like a torrent bursting its banks.

The sheer scale of it far surpassed the three scriptures he had previously comprehended; countless profound runes, incantations, and meridian pathways surged wildly into the depths of his mind.

Time slipped by unnoticed, and in the blink of an eye, ten days had passed.

Outside the Great Desolate Monument, the crowd did not disperse; instead, it grew larger and larger. Ten days later, the figure shrouded in the pillar of light remained motionless, as if it had turned into a stone statue.

"It's been ten days, why is there still no sign of anything?"

"What if...it also failed?"

"That's very possible. The Great Desolation Scripture is the most difficult of the four scriptures to comprehend. In the past hundred years, apart from that senior Zhou Tong, no one has succeeded in comprehending it."

"Sigh, I thought this Lanhe could create a miracle—"

Whispers rose and fell, and many people's eyes showed disappointment. Some even shook their heads and sighed, preparing to leave.

In the crowd, Qingye frowned and whispered, "Ten days has passed, longer than the previous three combined. Could it be—"

Mu Li shook his head without replying, his gaze remaining fixed on the figure.

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Pang Tong crossed his arms, his face solemn, and remained silent.

Ying Huanhuan stood beside her sister, her gaze fixed on the pillar of light. She pursed her lips and whispered, "Sister, he can do it, right?"

Ying Xiaoxiao glanced at her but did not answer immediately.

Ying Huanhuan continued, her tone calm yet earnest: "If someone can comprehend the Great Desolation Scripture, it will be a good thing for the entire Dao Sect. Our Dao Sect has been dormant for so long, it's time for us to have someone who can make other sects look at us with new respect."

"Yuanmen has become increasingly arrogant in recent years, and the other sects are also restless. If Lanhe can truly cultivate all four classics simultaneously, we will have more confidence in the future sect competitions."

She gazed quietly at the figure, her eyes filled with anticipation, but without the slightest impatience.

Ying Xiaoxiao nodded slightly, her tone calm yet firm: "Yes."

On the other side, several temple masters were also talking in hushed tones.

Zhu Shan stroked his beard, his brows furrowed: "Ten days have passed. The Great Desolation Scripture is indeed extraordinary. Although this child is exceptionally talented, it will be difficult for him to fully comprehend the Great Desolation Scripture."

Xia Yan sighed softly, his gaze still fixed on the pillar of light: "Let's wait and see. There's no need to jump to conclusions so soon. Comprehending cultivation techniques varies from person to person; some are fast, some are slow, and that's normal."

Chen Zhen sighed, a hint of worry on his aged face: "If he fails as well, then our Desolate Palace—"

He didn't finish his sentence, but everyone present understood his unspoken meaning. With no one able to comprehend the Great Desolation Scripture, the Desolate Palace's position would only become increasingly marginalized.

Wu Dao remained silent, staring intently at the figure with a furrowed brow, not uttering a word.

Only Qi Lei remained smiling, seemingly unconcerned. He stood with his hands behind his back, his tone relaxed, even slightly teasing: "What's the rush? It's just ten days. When you were studying the Heavenly Emperor Scripture and the Earthly Emperor Scripture, which of you didn't spend months? Some even spent half a year. This kid mastered three scriptures in eight days, so isn't it only natural that he spends more time studying the Great Desolation Scripture?"

He paused, a hint of certainty flashing in his eyes, and raised his voice slightly: "I believe in him."

Ying Xiaoxiao stood not far away. Hearing Qi Lei's words, she thought of the white-clad figure who had defeated her more than ten days ago, and the corners of her lips slightly lifted.

She believed it too.

Just then, the pillar of light that had been silent for ten days suddenly trembled slightly.

Meanwhile, inside the stone tablet.

Lan He slowly opened his eyes, a deep, desolate yellow hue flashing in them before returning to calm. He stood up, stretched his somewhat stiff limbs, and felt the complete Great Desolation Scripture in his mind, a slight smile playing on his lips.

After ten days of contemplation, I finally achieved something.

That mysterious feeling filled his entire body, as if he could draw all the life force within a radius of ten thousand miles and make it all his own with just a thought.

"good."

The ancient voice from the Great Desolation Stele resounded, tinged with a hint of satisfaction, "You comprehended the Great Desolation Scripture in ten days, even faster than I anticipated. You are the first person in thousands of years to achieve this."

The voice paused, then added, "Back then, Zhou Tong took a whole month. You're much faster than him."

Lan He nodded slightly, but did not leave in a hurry.

He raised his head, his gaze falling on the massive stone tablet. After a moment of silence, he slowly spoke:

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"Senior, I have another matter to discuss."

"Oh?" A hint of doubt crept into the aged voice. "What is it?"

Lan He spoke solemnly, enunciating each word clearly: "Since the ancient war, the demonic creatures in this world have become increasingly rampant. They lurk in the shadows, waiting for their chance to strike, and who knows when they will once again unleash chaos. In recent years, the Eastern Xuan Region has appeared peaceful on the surface, but in reality, undercurrents are surging."

He paused, his gaze fixed on the stone tablet, his tone growing increasingly solemn: "This junior dares to ask, if this junior helps senior to completely eliminate this king-level demon, would senior be willing to come with me to fight those demons that plague the world?"

Upon hearing this, the entire space fell into a brief silence.

The aged voice remained silent for a long time.

After a long silence, the Great Desolate Stele finally spoke, its tone complex: "Young man, do you know how many years I have suppressed this place?"

Lan He shook his head.

"It's been so long, so long that I can hardly remember it myself."

The voice carried a hint of weariness, tinged with a touch of melancholy. "In that battle years ago, I was severely injured and could only use myself as a seal to suppress this demonic being here. Over the years, I have seen countless geniuses and prodigies come here to comprehend the Great Desolation Scripture, obtain its inheritance, and then leave. But no one has ever asked me if I was willing to leave."

Lanhe listened quietly without interrupting.

"You're the first one," the voice said with a hint of amusement. "That's interesting."

Lan He took a deep breath and said sincerely, "Senior, this world needs someone like you. The scourge of the Otherworldly Demons cannot be solved by one person or one sect alone. If you are willing to come out of seclusion, I will do my utmost to help you recover your strength and protect this world together."

Silence, and a long silence.

Finally, the aged voice rang out again, this time with a hint of relief: "Alright, I agree."

"If you can truly help me eliminate this king-level demon, I will go out with you to see this world that has changed so much, and to see just how many demons are still ravaging the world."

"In that case, I thank you, senior." Lan He solemnly cupped his hands and bowed deeply.

The Great Desolate Monument trembled slightly, as if nodding. The next moment, a gentle force enveloped Blue River, and the scene before him suddenly changed.

Outside, the pillar of light that had been silent for ten days trembled violently before slowly dissipating.

Countless gazes instantly converged on it.

The beam of light dissipated, revealing a white-robed figure sitting cross-legged. Lan He slowly opened his eyes, a deep, desolate yellow hue flashing in them before returning to calm.

Qi Lei was the first to rush forward, asking urgently, "Kid, have you grasped it yet?"

Lan He stood up, gently patted the dust off his robes, and smiled slightly.

He didn't speak, but slowly formed a hand seal.

The next moment, a desolate and barren aura swept out from his body. Centered on him, the ground beneath his feet suddenly changed color, and within a radius of several feet, the grass and trees withered and lost all vitality!

The desolate atmosphere spread out, and although it was only a small area, everyone present felt its terrifying, world-destroying power.

The Great Desolation Sutra!

After a brief silence, a deafening roar of cheers erupted!

"He's got it! He's really got it!"

"The second person in a hundred years, since Senior Zhou Tong, to truly comprehend the Great Desolation Scripture!"

"Blue River! Blue River! Blue River!"

Countless disciples, their faces flushed with excitement, waved their arms and shouted Lan He's name in unison. The sound waves rose higher and higher, resounding throughout the entire world.

Standing atop the mountain, Lan He gazed at the vibrant scene before him, a slight smile playing on his lips. He didn't stop; his hands formed a seal once more.

The Emperor's Scripture!

A sharp golden light shot into the sky, and the sharpness belonging to the Heavenly Palace soared straight into the clouds!

Before everyone could recover from the shock, Lan He's hand seals changed again, and an aura as heavy as a mountain spread out from beneath his feet, making the earth seem to merge with him, indestructible!

The Earthly Sovereign Scripture!

The entire place fell into a deathly silence. Everyone stared wide-eyed at the white-clad figure in disbelief.

However, Blue River has not stopped.

The final change in the hand seal, Hong Jing!

A blazing crimson light surged forth from his body, so intense that it almost dyed half the sky crimson.

The Yuan energy was as vast and powerful as the sea, surging endlessly. The immense fluctuations made every disciple cultivating the Hong Jing feel a sense of unease.

With the four meridians emerging simultaneously, four distinct forces flowed and intertwined around him, yet merged seamlessly into one!

At this moment, everyone finally realized what was happening.

The simultaneous cultivation of all four classics is something that no one has ever accomplished since the founding of the Taoist school!

"Heavens—he...he's a master of all four classics?"

"It's not just enlightenment, it's complete mastery!"

"The first person in the history of the Daoist sect!"

A more intense cheer erupted from the crowd, countless people blushing with excitement, some even with tears in their eyes, as if witnessing the birth of a legend. The cheers were like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing, wave after wave, shaking even the mountains slightly.

Suddenly, someone in the crowd shouted, "Lan He, the Fourth Senior Brother!"

The shout silenced the entire venue for a moment.

The crowd exchanged bewildered glances, their eyes then all falling upon the figure in white. Their gazes held awe, admiration, and fervor, but not a trace of defiance.

Ying Xiaoxiao was the first to step forward.

She stepped forward, her black robes fluttering, and solemnly bowed deeply to Lan He. Her voice, clear and firm, resounded throughout the hall: "Senior Brother Lan He's mastery of the Four Scriptures truly makes him the foremost young disciple of our Daoist Sect. I, Ying Xiaoxiao, on behalf of the Heavenly Palace disciples, pay my respects to Senior Brother!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the disciples of the Heavenly Palace behind her bowed in unison, their voices resounding like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing through the sky: "Greetings, Senior Brother Lanhe!"

Muli was the second to step forward.

He strode forward, his gaze fixed intently on Lan He. He had witnessed Lan He comprehend the Hong Scripture in just two days, and he had seen that crimson light bloom before him; the slightest resentment had vanished from his heart. He bowed deeply and said in a solemn voice, "Mu Li, along with the disciples of the Hong Palace, pays respects to Senior Brother Lan He!"

The disciples of Hongdian bowed down in unison, their voices shaking the heavens.

Pang Tong followed closely behind.

He knelt on one knee. The Great Desolation Scripture held immense significance for the Desolate Palace; Lan He, having comprehended it, was a benefactor of the Desolate Palace. His voice was deep and resonant: "Disciple of the Desolate Palace greets Senior Brother Lan He!"

The disciples of the desolate hall all bowed their heads, their shouts shaking the heavens.

Seeing that all three had stepped forward, Qingye's expression was complex, but he could only step forward as well. He took a deep breath, bowed, and said in a complicated tone, but without a trace of dissatisfaction, "Disciple of the Earth Palace greets Senior Brother Lanhe!"

The disciples of the Earth Palace immediately bowed down, and not one of them hesitated.

The disciples of the four halls bowed their heads in unison, their shouts resounding throughout the heavens and earth: "Greetings, Senior Brother Lanhe!"

The shouts rose higher and higher, echoing among the mountains for a long time.

Standing atop the mountain, Lan He looked down at the thousands of disciples kneeling in a dense mass below him. He didn't speak, but simply nodded slightly in acknowledgment.

The four palace masters, Qi Lei, Xia Yan, Zhu Shan, and Chen Zhen, exchanged glances and smiled slightly, none of them stopping them.

They knew that from this moment on, the younger generation of the Dao Sect had a true leader.

Just then, deep within the Dao Sect, atop the Dao Peak, a dazzling golden light suddenly flew out!

The golden light pierced the sky and landed directly in front of the Great Desolate Monument, hovering before Lan He. Within the golden light, the outline of a long sword could be vaguely seen, and the oppressive aura it exuded caused everyone present to feel a sense of unease.

At the same time, a gentle yet authoritative voice resounded throughout the entire Dao Sect: "Lanhe, receive your conferment."

Everyone looked up and saw a phantom standing in mid-air on the Dao Peak; it was none other than the sect leader, Ying Xuanzi.

Lan He slightly raised his head, his gaze calm as he looked at the illusory figure, neither humble nor arrogant.

"Lan He, champion of all dynasties, entered our Dao Sect and comprehended the Heavenly Emperor, Earthly Emperor, and Hong Jing in eight days, and the Great Wilderness Scripture in ten days. He cultivated all four scriptures simultaneously, setting a precedent in the Dao Sect for ten thousand years. He defeated the senior brothers of the four halls in succession, with a remarkable record. He has outstanding talent and a calm temperament. He is truly a rare genius in our Dao Sect."

Ying Xuanzi's voice echoed in every corner, and everyone listened quietly, no one daring to utter a sound.

"Today I hereby announce—"

He paused, his voice growing more solemn, each word seemingly etched between heaven and earth: "Feng Lanhe as the senior disciple of the Dao Sect, in charge of the disciples of the four halls, and the leader of the contemporary young disciples."

As soon as he finished speaking, the floating golden light suddenly unfolded, revealing a long sword that was entirely golden. On the blade were engraved two ancient characters: "Tian Tian Gang".

The moment the longsword appeared, the world changed color. A sharp and unparalleled sword aura shot straight into the sky. Within a radius of a hundred feet, everyone felt a bone-chilling cold, as if the sword could cut everything in two with just a slight movement!

"This sword is named Tiangang. It was bestowed upon me by my master when I first became the young sect leader. Today, I bestow it upon you."

After he finished speaking, the entire room fell into a deathly silence.

Everyone stared wide-eyed at the floating golden sword in disbelief.

The Heavenly Gang Sword was the sword the sect leader wielded in his youth, symbolizing his status as the young sect leader. Now that the sect leader has bestowed it upon Lan He, the implications are self-evident.

Lan He raised his hand and grasped the Heavenly Gang Sword.

The moment the sword touched his hand, a sharp sword intent surged into his mind, only to quickly subside, as if acknowledging his presence. That sword intent resonated with the Heavenly Emperor Scripture within him, emitting a deep sword cry that echoed throughout heaven and earth.

He raised his head, his gaze calmly fixed on the illusory figure atop the Dao Peak, and bowed slightly: "Thank you, Sect Leader."

His tone was calm and composed, neither humble nor arrogant, as if all of this was perfectly natural.

Ying Xuanzi's illusory figure nodded slightly, his expression filled with satisfaction and expectation. He said no more, and his figure gradually dissipated on the Dao Peak.

Lan He stood atop the mountain, one hand behind his back, the other holding the Heavenly Gang Sword, looking down at the thousands of disciples below. His white robes fluttered, the sword light flowed, and his demeanor was composed.

At this moment, everyone had only one thought in their minds.

The future of the Dao Sect is decided.

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