Chapter 234 Fuxi rings the golden bell! The tenth clan meeting of the human race!
Fuxi's prestige has reached an unprecedented level. Under such prestige, more and more luck is gathering on Fuxi. The amount of human luck gathered in Fuxi alone has exceeded 60%!
The luck of the human race is gathered in the hands of fifty-one supreme elders. However, Fuxi alone has 60% of the luck of the entire human race. It is not terrible!
The remaining 40% of the luck was divided equally among the remaining fifty ancestors. Among them, Jiang Haofeng, Suiren, Dachao and Zhisheng accounted for the majority.
Jiang Haofeng is the Martial Ancestor, Suiren ignited the immortal fire of the human race, Dachao created the house, and Zhisheng invented the clothes.
These things are things that the human race cannot live without. Even though Fuxi's prestige has reached its peak, the four people's prestige among the human race is still very high.
Of course, in Xianmai, the human clan does not know the name Haofeng, they only know that there is a mysterious Martial Ancestor in the clan!
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Zhonghuang Mountain!
A white cloud suddenly arrived. Above the cloud, two middle-aged people with extraordinary temperament stood above the cloud. It was Fu Xi and Jiang Haofeng who had returned from their travels.
Over a period of fifty-six years, the two of them visited twenty-four tribes and 2,600 clans of the human race. Although they did not visit every tribe, they basically visited every territory.
There are too many human tribes. Without the use of magical powers, it would be completely unrealistic to visit them all in just fifty-six years.
Moreover, they also visited roughly the same tribes whenever necessary. Fuxi and Jiang Haofeng would basically choose about ten tribes to travel in an area.
"Fifty-six years, perfect merit."
Jiang Haofeng looked at Zhonghuang Mountain in front of him with a smile on his face.
Fuxi, who had reached Daluo Jinxian in cultivation, also had a smile on his face when he heard this, "After traveling for fifty-six years, I have gained countless insights. This trip is worth it!"
After a pause, Fuxi spoke again: "If I hadn't made this trip, some problems would definitely not have been discovered."
"That's true."
Jiang Haofeng looked at Zhonghuang Mountain in front of him, with a flash of light in his eyes, "Just in time, taking this opportunity, I also have something to tell you."
Fuxi also nodded when he heard this, "That's good, it just so happens that we don't have to hold two clan meetings, and the ancestors in the clan can save one trip."
While the two were talking, they had already entered the Liangyi Dust Formation. Looking at the familiar Zhonghuang Mountain, a light flashed across Fuxi's face. He raised his hand and a golden light hit the golden bells around the ancestral pavilion.
The golden bell automatically moved silently, and the silent bells resounded throughout the world. The golden bells on the waists of all the Supreme Elders suddenly vibrated.
That's right, Fuxi and Jiang Haofeng came back this time to hold a clan meeting, and it was Fuxi who took the lead in convening it.
Of course, at the beginning, Fuxi wanted to let Jiang Haofeng do it for him, but with Jiang Haofeng's encouragement, he did it himself.
The bell rang, and the monks in Zhonghuang Mountain suddenly opened their eyes, and for a while, vast auras rose up.
Several streams of light flashed by, and dozens of figures appeared in front of Zhonghuang Mountain. They were a group of hidden people.
After everyone chatted for a while, they walked into the ancestral pavilion together. At the same time, in some dojos on the top of Zhonghuang Mountain, figures who were in retreat suddenly opened their eyes, and a mighty Taoist charm disappeared.
Most of these people are members of the public. They had their own insights after watching Fuxi's sermon fifty-six years ago, and have been in seclusion until now. If they had not felt the vibration of the bell, they might have continued to be in seclusion.
After all, it was only fifty-six years. To everyone, it was just the blink of an eye.
Waking up from seclusion, an aging member of the clan burst out of the sky and headed towards the ancestral pavilion in the center. Since all the clan elders were retreating in Zhonghuang Mountain, as soon as the golden bell rang, in less than a quarter of an hour, forty-nine of the fifty-one supreme elders of the human race gathered together, leaving only two who did not have a deep understanding. The clan elders who left seclusion early are still rushing towards Zhonghuang Mountain.
And this time, because Xuandu was in retreat in Zhonghuang Mountain, he was not absent for the first time, just like the last time.
The moment Xuandu stepped into the ancestral pavilion, he was stunned on the spot.
Seeing the mysterious Taoist charm on Jiang Haofeng, Xuandu suddenly opened his eyes wide, "You have made a breakthrough!"
Looking at the shocked Xuandu, Jiang Haofeng smiled and nodded.
"Congratulations!"
Xuandu's face was half surprised and half happy, and he smiled bitterly and said: "It's really amazing. I finally caught up with you for a while, and now, less than a hundred years later, I was pulled down by you again."
After years of hard training, Xuandu was still very happy when he finally achieved enlightenment and followed in the footsteps of Haofeng.
Although he knew that Haofeng practiced the path of wisdom, he would most likely not be able to defeat Haofeng, but at least his cultivation level had caught up.
The good times did not last long, but after more than fifty years, he was pulled down by Haofeng again.
I really don’t know how Haofeng cultivates. The great path of cultivation is difficult to understand. He is famous for being slow in cultivation and strong in strength. Unexpectedly, in the hands of Haofeng, he is not slow in cultivation even if he is strong!
What a monster!
After Xuandu finished speaking, everyone present showed surprise. They looked at Jiang Haofeng in shock, and then their faces suddenly showed a look of joy, and they all said congratulations.
When Taoist Master Wanxiang returned to Zhonghuang Mountain, the Xianmai people were still practicing in seclusion and did not know that Jiang Haofeng had made a breakthrough.
Compared to Xuandu, the rest of the people were simply surprised. After all, the elders of the Xianmai clan knew that they would never have the chance to catch up with Haofeng in this life, so naturally they would not compete with Jiang Haofeng.
Jiang Haofeng smiled and waved his hand, and Taoist Wanxiang in Taoist robes walked in. He smiled and cupped his hands and said, "I have met all of you, Taoist Wanxiang!"
"These are the three corpses in the legend, they are really mysterious!"
In the ancestral pavilion, all the Supreme Elders looked at the Taoist Wanxiang in front of them with surprised expressions on their faces.
Jiang Haofeng waved his hand, and Wanxiang Taoist directly integrated into Jiang Haofeng's body. The three corpses were originally part of Jiang Haofeng and could be dispersed or taken into the body. Moreover, the great magical powers in the ancient world usually took the three corpses into the body.
After all, the three corpses remain in the body and can help the main body if encountering a crisis.
Except for some special places that need to be guarded, few people will separate the three corpses alone.
"Which corpse did you kill?" Xuandu asked curiously.
"Self-Corpse."
"Awesome!"
"Among the three corpses, the good and evil corpses are the easiest to cut out, and the self-corpse is the hardest to cut out. In the ancient times, many great masters were stuck at this step. I didn't expect you to cut out the self-corpse at the beginning!"
(End of chapter)