The Dao Seeking Sect's Former Greatest Trump Card

"The Ancient Heavenly Court is our Dao Seeking Sect?" He had heard that the Ancient Heavenly Court was brimming with powerhouses—Heavenly Venerables, a Cult Master, the Four Sovereigns, Protector Heavenly Kings, and prodigies of every kind. Especially feats like the Phoenix Clan Ancient Ancestor thrashing Zhu Tian Supreme, or Cult Master Yun capturing two half-immortals alive. Wait, two half-immortals? Daoist Xiantian suddenly remembered the Nightmare Supreme and Void Supreme imprisoned on Prison Peak. Weren't those the very two half-immortals spoken of in the street rumors? Having been bombarded by one shocking revelation after another on Prison Peak, his mind had momentarily gone blank. Now that his senses had returned, the realization dawned on him: there was no way Cult Master Yun would willingly hand two half-immortals over to the Dao Seeking Sect. Unless Cult Master Yun was one of the Dao Seeking Sect's own! That would explain everything! Wait, that still wasn't right. The Heavenly Court Cult originated in ancient times. Could it be that their Dao Seeking Sect was actually an ancient grand sect? How come he never knew about this? "To be precise, only some members of our sect belong to the Heavenly Court Cult," Lu Yang corrected. "Our Ancient Heavenly Court's goal is to wipe out all the demonic cults in one fell swoop, which is why we've endured humiliation and disguised ourselves as a demonic cult." Daoist Xiantian gave Lu Yang an odd look. Disguising yourselves as a demonic cult somehow turned you into the foremost demonic cult? Given the strength the Ancient Heavenly Court had displayed, back in his era, it would have been enough to sweep through the world several times over. As they spoke, the four arrived at a bamboo forest on the sect's periphery. Deep within the grove, a stream murmured softly. "Senior River Spirit, please come forth and meet us," Yun Zhi called out in a clear voice. The calm stream suddenly surged, and a jet of water erupted from its surface, upon which a weathered figure materialized. "What is it?" the river spirit asked placidly. "Little Green!" Daoist Xiantian's eyes lit up the moment he saw the river spirit, blurting out the spirit's nickname. The river spirit's face stiffened awkwardly. How could anyone nowadays still know that name? No, he refused to acknowledge it as his name. "Who are you?" The river spirit turned his gaze upon Daoist Xiantian, completely unfamiliar with the youth before him. "It's me! I'm Qi Tongtian!" Daoist Xiantian introduced himself excitedly, having never expected that Little Green the river spirit would still be here. The history of this stream ran deeper than that of the Dao Seeking Sect itself. Before the Dao Seeking Sect even existed, a spark of spiritual light had formed within the stream, though it had not yet developed sentience at the time. While traveling the world, Daoist Xiantian had chanced upon the stream's anomaly and locked that spark of spiritual light within the water to ensure it would not disperse. He then brought the stream back to the Dao Seeking Sect, which eventually gave birth to the river spirit. Strictly speaking, it was no exaggeration to say Daoist Xiantian had saved his life, which was why the river spirit had guarded the Dao Seeking Sect all this time. "Holy crap, you're Qi Tongtian? You're still alive?" Seeing Daoist Xiantian, the river spirit displayed a rare look of excitement, an uncontrollable grin spreading across his face. "Still alive! Just ran into a bit of a mishap," Daoist Xiantian said, scratching his head with an embarrassed chuckle. "Must have been quite the mishap for you to end up a mortal." "Being alive is enough. I'm content." "Fair enough. You always had that mindset." "The Dao Seeking Sect is quite something now, completely different from when you first founded it." The river spirit had watched with his own eyes as the sect grew stronger step by step. Daoist Xiantian nodded. "I can tell. Our juniors have worked very hard. They're far more capable than I ever was." The two went back and forth, enthusiastically chatting about things known only to them. Meeting again across twelve myriad years, it felt as though they had returned to the Great Yu era. With endless things to say, they talked for nearly half a day before pausing for a moment, both looking as though they hadn't quite had their fill. Yun Zhi reminded them from the side, "Seniors, you can catch up whenever you like in the future. Patriarch, there is still one person you haven't met." Lu Yang and Meng Jingzhou were puzzled. By their count, he should have already met all the high-ranking members of the Dao Seeking Sect. Who else was left?