Chu Mo had never seen such a majestic gate before, standing ten thousand feet tall!

From a distance, it didn't look like a gate at all but a massive, majestic castle!

Especially at the very top of the gate, which already soared into the clouds, those two ancient, vigorous characters—Daoist Sect—appeared intermittently among the white clouds.

Could the sect that built such a grand and luxurious gate really be the Daoist Sect that the old monk had said was already in decline? Could it really be the same Daoist Sect whose last true leader had left and disappeared?

Chu Mo found it hard to accept this assertion.

The gate was shaped like the character for "gate," and looking through the empty space in the middle, one could see ancient buildings layered closely together, hidden behind the ancient trees of the mountains stretching behind.

An abundance of essence energy enveloped the entire Daoist Sect, presenting the true image of a top sect in the Immortal Realm.

Chu Mo had been flying mid-air but had landed a few hundred miles away from this gate.

From his position, all the way to the gate, spanned a massive plaza paved with bluestone, hundreds of miles in distance!

The expanse of the plaza, stretching hundreds of miles, was also enough to be awe-inspiring.

On the plaza, many young disciples were sitting in meditation or cultivation, while others were sparring and exchanging pointers.

Regarding Chu Mo's arrival, that group of people didn't even glance his way. After all, people like Chu Mo, flying in from afar, were a common sight!

Chu Mo felt like his brain was almost not enough to grasp such a scene, such a flourishing sect. How could it be that it was almost impossible to find any information about it on the message tablet? In such a sect, there must be, at the very least, several hundred or even more practitioners who could enter the Divine Spirit Realm, right?

Yet the fact was, there was almost no record of the Daoist Sect on the message tablet.

This was very abnormal!

Especially since the old monk had said that although cultivators around the world greet each other as Daoist friends, few knew where the true ancestral home of the Daoist Sect was. He had also mentioned that 3,500 years ago, after the True Essence Old Daoist had drifted away, the entire Daoist Sect really declined…

But what he was seeing now, how could it be related to decline? And look at the hustle and bustle, just on this several-hundred-mile plaza alone, there must be hundreds of thousands of people cultivating!

Is this the place that few people know the true ancestral home of the Daoist Sect?

If those two characters "Daoist Sect" weren't written on this incredibly luxurious gate, one might consider that this place had been overtaken by others... but now... what explanation could there be?

A look of bewilderment appeared in Chu Mo's eyes.

Just then, a voice suddenly came from beside him, "Daoist friend, have you also come here to comprehend the Nine Word Mantra?"

"Ah?" Chu Mo was slightly stunned, turned around, and saw a young man in his twenties, handsome and with a refined appearance.

The young man wore a friendly smile, and upon seeing Chu Mo turn around, he immediately said, "My name is Lin Yu, from the distant Southern Region of the Immortal Realm. May I know your esteemed name and where you come from?"

"Chu Black, from an obscure little place." Chu Mo nodded at the young man called Lin Yu.

Lin Yu appeared quite familiar and seeing Chu Mo answer, his smile widened as he said, "This Daoist Sect really is formidable! Having just emerged two hundred years ago, it has already faintly become one of the top sects in the Immortal Realm…"

"..." Chu Mo immediately looked stupefied and, looking at Lin Yu, managed to twitch his mouth slightly and said, "What did you say? This place... was just built two hundred years ago?"

Lin Yu's face immediately showed surprise as he looked at Chu Mo, "What? Could it be Brother Chu doesn't know? Then what are you here for?"

Chu Mo spoke somewhat speechlessly, "I was just passing by and was stunned by this majestic, huge mountain gate. I specifically came here to see what the excitement was about."

"Hahaha, I see, this mountain gate is indeed magnificent, truly not something ordinary people could afford to build. However, for the Daoist Sect, building such a gate is just a trifling matter," Lin Yu said.

"You two, are you new here?" Suddenly, another voice interjected.

Chu Mo and Lin Yu turned their heads to look and saw a middle-aged man around forty, dressed in a splendid Daoist robe, with a rotund face and glowing cheeks, walking towards them.

Upon seeing the Daoist robe on the middle-aged man, Lin Yu's face immediately showed excitement, and he performed a bow, saying, "This junior, Lin Yu, has the honor to meet an elder of the Daoist Sect!"

Chu Mo slightly furrowed his brows. He couldn't sense the slightest hint of a cultivator's demeanor from this middle-aged man, but rather felt an intolerably mundane aura, like a debauched wastrel drawn hollow. Normally, any cultivator would stay far away from such people.

Yet now, such a person was actually dressed in a splendid Daoist robe, acting as an elder here.

Therefore, Chu Mo simply couldn't bring himself to pay respects to such a person like Lin Yu did.

The middle-aged man nodded in satisfaction at Lin Yu, then turned to look at Chu Mo and immediately frowned, "And you? Don't you know any rules after coming here?"

"What rules?" Chu Mo locked his brows tightly, frowning at the middle-aged man.

"Oh?" The middle-aged man's extremely short eyebrows quivered, showing signs of anger.

At this moment, Lin Yu quickly moved in front of Chu Mo and spoke with an appeasing smile, "Senior, please don't be angry. My friend here, he's from a small place, hasn't seen much of the world. This... is a little token of our respect." As he spoke, Lin Yu surreptitiously handed over a storage bag.

Chu Mo didn't know what was inside the storage bag, but it seemed, it wouldn't be anything too shabby. He furrowed his brows, about to say something, but Lin Yu turned back and gave him a look.

The middle-aged man took the storage bag quite naturally, didn't even look inside, just tucked it away. His expression softened somewhat and he lightly said to Chu Mo, "Kid, learn well from your friend. You look decent too, but how can your behavior be so poor?"

Lin Yu chuckled sheepishly, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Senior, please overlook it on my behalf, don't lower yourself to his level."

"Alright, two copies of the Nine Word Mantra, five thousand top-grade immortal crystals," the middle-aged man snorted through his nose, saying to Lin Yu.

Lin Yu was taken aback, saying, "Senior, wasn't it... wasn't it one thousand top-grade immortal crystals per copy?"

"Your copy is one thousand, his copy… four thousand!" the middle-aged man said with a cold sneer, "A person who doesn't understand basic rules, I am already lenient by not taking issue with him, and yet he dreams of getting a copy of the Nine Word Mantra for a thousand immortal crystals? Ridiculous!"

"But we... we don't have that much money," Lin Yu's face immediately showed difficulty.

"How much do you have?" a cunning flash passed through the depths of the middle-aged man's eyes.

"I, I only have three thousand..."

"Alright, let's settle it at that. For your sake!" The middle-aged man didn't even let Lin Yu finish speaking, cutting him off.

Lin Yu's face immediately showed a pained expression, but still, he gritted his teeth, trying to take out the immortal crystals from his storage ring.

At that moment, a hand rested on his arm, and Chu Mo's voice faintly sounded, "Brother, just buy your copy. I, I don't need it."

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