Starting With 100 Million Lives

"Did you just say you are from the Feixian Sect?"

"What on earth is going on?"

He is the sect leader of the Feixian Sect. How was a new sect leader chosen without his approval?

Where are his disciples from before?

What about Xiaohan? What about Luo Yuan? What about Lin Ning?

If anyone should be sect leader, it should be them, right?

Yuan Zhen Immortal Venerable seemed to have seen his confusion and bowed, "There are too many people here with prying ears, Sect Founder, could we speak privately?"

Jiang Cheng nodded his head.

Then, accompanied by the sect leader and Great Elder, the three of them flew straight to the core of this "Feixian Sect."

Leaving behind a large group of people exchanging glances, faces full of bewilderment.

"Sect Founder?"

"Has our sect ever had such a Sect Founder?"

"I have visited the ancestral hall of past sect leaders and elders. There truly wasn't this person."

Cultivators have even immortal souls; their memory is exceptional.

"I also have no impression of this. There have been five Jiang surname seniors enshrined in our sect's history, but none match this person."

"Perhaps just an ordinary senior disciple from Feixian Sect's history, not qualified to enter the ancestral hall?"

"But the reaction of the sect leader and Great Elder was so significant..."

They truly couldn't figure it out.

At this time, under the guidance of Yuan Zhen and Yuan Sheng, Jiang Cheng also entered the ancestral hall.

Upon entering the vast hall, his mouth formed an O shape.

He's always been the one to shock others, but this time he was the one being shocked.

At the top end of the hall were rows upon rows of lifelike immortal jade statues, each crafted to perfection, just like real people.

The first row contained 23.

The second row had over 50.

The third row was much more, with 900 plus.

From the fourth row onwards, the immortal jade statues were halved in size, and Jiang Cheng recognized none.

However, he remembered every single one in the first three rows clearly.

The 23 in the first row were none other than the Second Generation Disciples along with Mo Chen, the Immortal Mo!

The first one was the jade statue of Ji Linghan.

Her appearance hadn't changed at all, but her aura was vastly different from Jiang Cheng's impression, carrying supreme dignity between her brows.

Yet in her eyes of the jade statue, there was a faint trace of sorrow, as if it could never dissipate.

Under her jade statue was a line of text—First Generation Sect Leader of Feixian Sect.

The second statue was Mo Chen, and it also had a line—First Generation Great Elder of Feixian Sect.

The third was Luo Yuan—First Generation Elder of External Affairs Hall of Feixian Sect.

The fourth was Yin Xuer—First Generation Elder of Internal Affairs Hall of Feixian Sect.

The statues in the second row were Third Generation Disciples.

The first was Lin Ning—Second Generation Sect Leader of Feixian Sect.

Behind her were Tang Ru, Lu Fan, Wei Miao, and other Third Generation Disciples.

Of course, there was also Duan River and other four who had the protagonist template and were exceptionally promoted by Brother Cheng.

As for the third row of statues, they were Fourth Generation Disciples.

Jiang Cheng was speechless.

Could anyone tell him what on earth happened?

His astonishment hadn't ceased.

"Xiaohan actually became sect leader?"

"I always thought her temperament wasn't suitable..."

"Lin Ning actually took over Xiaohan's position. Weren't they always not on good terms?"

"And Wei Miao, this sycophant actually was the fifth sect leader?"

"Among the Fourth Generation Disciples, how did 58 sect leaders emerge in a row?"

"Is that a joke?"

"These guys are too reckless, playing house, are they?"

Calling the sect founder Xiaohan and labeling the fifth sect leader as a sycophant would be seen as great disrespect by any other Feixian Sect disciple, which would surely result in severe punishment.

But Yuan Zhen and Yuan Sheng looked at each other and couldn't contain their joyful nodding.

There was no mistake!

Besides him, no one else was qualified to comment on Feixian Sect's past sages this way.

"The ancestor might not know, but all the Second and Third Generation Founders ascended to the Upper Immortal Realm. Ancestor Wei Miao, who was the Supreme Elder at the time, grew restless and re-emerged to take over as sect leader again."

"As for why the Fourth Generation Founders produced 58 sect leaders, it was because their ascension periods were too short. Often, the previous sect leader would ascend after a few hundred years."

"And the Fifth Generation Founders, their power was too far below them, and at that time, no one could take on the great responsibility."

"Yes indeed, the ancestors of the first three rows were all unparalleled figures."

"It was precisely them who laid the billion-year foundation of the Feixian Sect!"

"We juniors have brought disgrace upon them..."

Brother Cheng was shocked again; he couldn't keep listening to this.

"Wait, wait, wait, you just said, how long has it been?"

"A billion years?"

Yuan Zhen and Yuan Sheng both nodded.

"Since our Feixian Sect was founded, it's been 1 billion and 265 million years now."

"The First Generation Sect Leader initially chose this location because it was where the ancestor last disappeared; it was to commemorate you!"

Brother Cheng nearly fainted.

"No way!"

He thought he just took a nap, not even a year has passed.

And just like that, a billion years went by? Could it be any more absurd?

No wonder Ji Linghan and others had to recreate the sect on their own, the span was too long.

It's a good thing that the only ones in the Xuanji Map during that time were Ah Huang and Xiaobai, special beings without a concept of time, otherwise, other disciples might have already gone crazy.

"So how did you recognize me?"

This Yuan Zhen was already the 135th generation sect leader; he had never seen him before.

"Sect Founder, please look."

Yuan Zhen and Yuan Sheng, the heads of the sect, acted like obedient sword attendants, each offering a petal-shaped magical treasure into the air.

The two petals gently floated and flew above the jade statue row of Ji Linghan.

It was then that Jiang Cheng noticed there was an empty Nine-Colored Lotus Platform above.

He thought it was just a decoration.

The two petals fitted into the lotus platform, completing the missing parts. Immediately, a more gigantic immortal jade statue slowly emerged above the lotus platform.

The person appeared very young, with an indescribably handsome face—a masterpiece from the creator himself.

His eyes looked straightforward, expression calm, as if nothing posed a challenge to him.

This person, who else could it be but Jiang Cheng?

Under his jade statue, there were also four words—Sect Founder.

Staring intently at his own immortal jade statue, Brother Cheng felt slightly odd.

It felt like he had been gone for a long, long time.

After gazing for quite a while, he finally nodded.

"Not bad, it's got a bit of my flair."

But soon after, he was dissatisfied.

"Why is my jade statue hidden?"

"Is it shameful?"

No wonder earlier only these two old fellows could recognize him while other disciples knew nothing about him.

Turns out, they were completely unaware!

His question of blame scared Yuan Zhen and Yuan Sheng into a shiver, and they hurriedly knelt again.

"The ancestor might not know, but this was also the will of the First Generation Sect Leader and elders."

"Yes, the circumstances were different back then."

"Over a billion years ago, when you, the ancestor, killed the Nine Flames Immortal Emperor, and destroyed nine other Immortal Cities, it caused great tremors across the Upper, Middle, and Lower Three Immortal Realms!"

As they spoke of this, looking at Brother Cheng with eyes brimming with admiration.

Having such a fierce person in Feixian Sect's history was a matter of great pride.