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"This young friend of mine has a simple and honest temperament. He is uncontentious and single-mindedly dedicated to pursuing the Great Dao.

And yet, for reasons unknown, it seems he was ostracized and suppressed within your esteemed sect. He was even forced to leave and wander the world, enduring many hardships."

He looked at the True Monarch of No Dao Extreme Law, his gaze sincere.

"Since fate has brought us together, and as I’ve been accepted by your esteemed sect, I wish to secure a stable arrangement for him.

Fellow Daoist, I wonder if, for my sake, you could find a suitable position for him within the sect and offer him a measure of support and protection?

That way, the boy can settle down, cultivate in peace, and perhaps one day become a pillar of your esteemed sect. Would that not be the best of both worlds?"

’Simple and honest?’

’Uncontentious?’

’Fellow Daoist, when did you go blind?’

The True Monarch of No Dao Extreme Law shook his head internally. A thought crossed his mind, and though he knew something was amiss, he decided to agree.

"Since you’re the one asking, fellow Daoist, then of course it’s not a problem."

He looked at the Great Sun Purple Extreme True Monarch and asked,

"I wonder, then... what position do you feel would be... suitable?"

The Great Sun Purple Extreme True Monarch chuckled and waved his hand, his tone light and casual, as if he were discussing a trivial matter.

"Oh, nothing too troublesome. Just making him Vice Sect Leader should be fine."

"Vice Sect Leader?"

Hearing this, the True Monarch of No Dao Extreme Law’s brow twitched almost imperceptibly.

His gaze swept over the silent, deep-blue figure standing calmly within the light, then back to the Great Sun Purple Extreme True Monarch before him.

The silence lasted but a brief moment.

Then, the smile on the True Monarch of No Dao Extreme Law’s face remained, even growing a little wider as he gave a crisp, decisive nod.

"Good!"

With that single word spoken, his very speech became law!

The very next instant!

An incomparably grand voice, imbued with the True Monarch’s will and resonant as a Celestial Constitution, suddenly and without warning thundered throughout the entire domain of the Wuji Holy Sect.

It entered the ears and pierced the very Heart and Spirit of every Elder, True Disciple, Inner Sect disciple, Outer Disciple, and even the servants, with absolute clarity:

"All Holy Sect Disciples, heed this decree!"

"Effective immediately!"

"The Holy Sect Disciple—Qi Yun!"

"Is hereby promoted to the position of Vice Sect Leader!"

"Throughout the Sect, to see him is to see me!"

"Any who dare disrespect him, disobey him, feign compliance, or deliberately slight and conspire against him..."

The Decree paused for a moment, and an icy killing intent, like a tangible, frigid wind, swept across the Divine Soul of every listener.

"...Shall be slain!"

At that moment, the entire Wuji Holy Sect fell into a deathly silence.

Auras fluctuated from countless cultivators’ dwellings, and innumerable Divine Thoughts intertwined in silent, horrified exchange, yet not a single soul dared to voice a word of doubt.

Meanwhile, on the edge of the wasteland that had just witnessed a great battle and had yet to fully quiet down.

Several miles away, the towering Stone Mountain—the very one that Black Mountain Master’s body had just smashed a giant hole into—was now shedding loose rubble.

CRUMBLE...

A pile of rubble was pushed aside with great difficulty.

A figure stumbled out from the ruins within the mountain’s core—blood-soaked, his Daoist Robe tattered, his aura weakened to its absolute limit, a picture of utter misery.

It was none other than Black Mountain Master, who had just been casually flung aside by the True Monarch of No Dao Extreme Law.

The last few lines of the Decree had just reached his ears, clear as day. He hadn’t missed a single word.

"Qi Yun... Vice Sect Leader..."

PTHOO—!!!

His body trembled violently, as if he had been struck by an immense, crushing weight!

The rules of the Holy Sect—there is only one Vice Sect Leader!

Now that Qi Yun was the Vice Sect Leader, that meant he...

He could no longer suppress his already churning qi and blood. A mouthful of fresh blood gushed out uncontrollably, like a fountain!

The blood stained the rubble at his feet and splattered across the barren land in a shocking splash of dark crimson.

He lifted his head and stared toward the distant, light-enshrouded place, his eyes filled with nothing but bitter resentment!

The mountain wind wailed, carrying with it the stench of blood and dust.

At that moment, Qi Yun, standing on the clouds with his hands behind his back, let his gaze fall upon him.

Their eyes met.

A calm voice suddenly echoed in Black Mountain Master’s ear via a voice transmission:

"Black Mountain, are you not coming to greet your Sect Leader?"

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