All the Elders in My Sect Are My Avatars!-Chapter 355 – Progress and a Familiar Sect

'Haah… I missed this.'

Aotian sighed with relief and contentment as he stroked the messy hair of his wife, who was sleeping deeply on his chest, exhausted.

It had already been more than half a month since they began adventuring around, and they simply had neither the time nor the place for their routine activities as a couple.

So the moment they had the opportunity, Aotian did not even need to take the initiative. Rihai herself took the lead, seeming even more eager than he was, dragging him to their new cave after hastily throwing her helpless and furious great-grandfather back to his disciple, Shen He.

Thus, after hours of savagery, not caring at that moment about the four-hour limit meant to avoid interfering with her cultivation, they simply indulged in pleasure until Rihai could not take it anymore and fainted from mental and physical exhaustion.

Smiling, he gently kissed his wife's forehead and adjusted her body so she could sleep better while reflecting on what he should do next.

'Hmm… let me check my progress on the sect advancement mission.'

[Wúji Dào Zōng(Meaning: Infinite Dao Sect)

Sect Class (Mortal Ranking):6 - Nascent Soul]

[Conditions to become a Soul Formation Sect:

1 - Sect Leader in the Late Nascent Soul Stage

2 - One Ancestor in the Early Soul Formation Stage

3 - Two Ancestors in the Perfection of the Nascent Soul

4 - Sixty Inner Elders in the Early Nascent Soul Stage

5 - Six Hundred Outer Elders in the Golden Core Stage

6 - One Holy Son or Daughter with a Spiritual Physique

7 - Ten Core Disciples with Exceptional Qualifications

8 - One Thousand Inner Disciples with High Qualifications

9 - Fifty Thousand Outer Disciples with Good Qualifications

10 - Train ten Core Disciples to the Nascent Soul realm

11 - Train five hundred Inner Disciples to the Golden Core realm

12 - Train two thousand Outer Disciples to the perfection of Foundation Establishment

13 - Train the auxiliary ability of ten Core Disciples to the Nascent-Tier

14 - Train the auxiliary ability of five hundred Inner Disciples to the Core-Tier]

'1, 2, 3, 4, and 5 — Already completed.'

'Number 6 still needs about two months to complete one year since the opening of the Tower of a Hundred Thousand Beasts, which will be when the holy son and daughter are canonized based on their positions in the tower. Which basically means that Rihai and I will be the chosen ones, with her not only fulfilling but even exceeding the mission requirements.'

'7, 8, 9, 10, 11, and 12 — Not a problem. Some have already been completed, and others will soon be finished.'

Aotian blinked slightly, realizing that without him noticing, his sect had basically already fulfilled all the requirements, leaving only two… or rather, one.

[13 - Train the auxiliary ability of ten Core Disciples to the Nascent-Tier

14 - Train the auxiliary ability of five hundred Inner Disciples to the Core-Tier]

He scratched his head helplessly as he looked at them.

'These requirements are usually what slows down my progress, while all the others are quickly filled.'

'Fortunately, this time I'm ahead, and number 14 has actually already been completed.'

His mind then focused on the thirteenth requirement, accompanied by a bitter sigh.

'But as for the last requirement, it will still take several months, even in the best-case scenario. There is a huge leap from the Golden Core realm to the Nascent Soul. Even with the supreme foundation the disciples established while studying the cultivation arts from the sect's inheritances—which essentially means that advancing won't be an issue as it is in most cases—it will still require some time.'

'Ugh… it's still fortunate that it will take months rather than years, since many of them will soon enter the Nascent Soul realm, greatly accelerating their progress. So I can't complain.'

Thinking about this, he sighed helplessly but accepted the situation reluctantly.

For cultivators, a few months are nothing more than the blink of an eye, since most of their time is spent in meditation. For Aotian, however, who possesses many bodies and has an entire sect to manage, there is no opportunity to lose himself in cultivation and simply watch time slip away. On the contrary, every second of his day is lived to the fullest, without exception.

Moreover, he was still pressured by the world's catastrophe that could happen at any moment, so it was natural that his anxiety was out of control.

'Haah… there's no point thinking about this, it won't make time pass faster. It's better to take advantage of the time I have now and strengthen myself as much as possible.'

His gaze then fell on his Avatar Shop.

[Epiphany Points: 357]

[Avatar Shop:

Outer Elder - 1 EP

Inner Elder - 10 EP

Sect Leader - 5000 EP [Not Purchasable]

Ancestor - 1000 EP]

His mouth twitched a little when he saw his points.

After that mass epiphany pushed his points past four thousand, he made a large purchase of avatars, leaving him with a mere 349 points.

Three months later, the sect held another preaching on cultivation. However, whether it was something natural or simply because too little time had passed since the last epiphany, only eight disciples triggered one this time.

'Although, since it was a natural epiphany, I gained a full eight points that day and not just one third like last time… I would rather have a thousand mass epiphanies gaining only one fifth than this result.'

He clenched his teeth at the thought, feeling like biting the heavens for giving him a taste of something so good, only to take it away right afterward.

'Damn heavens, don't you know that going from poverty to wealth is easy, but going from wealth to poverty is the hard part?!'

Aotian could not help but complain internally, finally understanding at that moment what it meant to curse his own benefactor and want to bite the hand that fed him.

His mouth twitched, and he ended up rolling his eyes at himself.

'Ugh! I'm becoming greedy again. Bad Aotian! Bad Aotian!'

He reprimanded himself, helplessly massaging his head with his free hand.

'Fortunately, a long time has already passed since that sermon, and with so many new disciples, even if the heavens probably won't bless us a second time, I should still gain quite a lot of points, at least enough for one more ancestor, I hope…'

Aotian pondered, calming his thoughts.

Indeed, after the first sermon, a second one happened three months later. But three months after that, a third did not occur, because the external competitions and a new round of recruitment were about to begin during that period. With the entire sect mobilized for those events, the sermon, to the sadness of all the disciples, had been postponed.

Thus, about six months had already passed since the last sermon, twice the previously agreed time.

'Everything is already on track, the sect has a new base, the empire is beginning to stabilize… it's time to schedule the next sermon and prepare to bring the disciples who stayed on the desert continent back to the sect for a short period.'

'After the event, they will have to return, since the entire chain of command of the empire is still not fully operational without them, and I still can't rely only on my avatars there.'

Reflecting on his next steps, he slowly closed his eyes, letting his main body relax for a while beside his wife.

…

The days continued to pass, and the sect's new mountain flourished more and more in the desert.

About ten days later, the sect seemed far more vibrant than before.

The main peak had been completely revitalized, exuding a splendid beauty, and a powerful spiritual energy enveloped the entire environment, something that had not happened for more than ten thousand years, since the Mahayana mansion fell into the desert.

With the restoration of the main mountain completed, the sect turned its priority to the peak where the former residents of the City of the Exiled lived. And enough progress had already been made for all the residents to enjoy the benefits, filling them with joy over the luck they had received.

Everyone was very grateful to the Infinite Dao Sect for giving them such an opportunity.

Before, they were people without hope, forced by circumstances to take refuge in a desert of despair. Now, they finally had a place they could call home, where they could grow, no longer needing to sleep with the constant fear of being killed, or of worse things happening to them and their families.

And why did they trust the Infinite Dao Sect so much, without thinking they were being deceived? Simple. With the power that sect possessed, they did not need to treat them well if it were not out of a real and sincere will to do so.

In particular, there was a young girl who was very happy to see her grandmother recovering and growing stronger with each passing day. Her disfigured face could not hide the shine of her beautiful red eyes, which looked at the Infinite Dao Sect with gratitude and also with a fierce determination for something.

But the main events were not happening in that place, nor even on that continent.

It was on the central continent, in front of the gates of the Celestial Mist Sect—the same sect that Aotian had once tried to infiltrate to steal the Void-Tier techniques, but failed, since on the day of recruitment he was thrown directly into the Shadow Domain to be killed along with many others—that something special was happening.

In front of the immense red gates, the entrance to that sect's small world located in the center of Celestial Mist City, there was a visitor whom no one could notice, calmly studying the enormous gates.

The guards outside, with powerful Soul Formation cultivations, did not know that right in front of them there was an old man dressed in black robes with a dark aura, hidden in the void, with a small malicious smile on his lips.

With his aged eyes, the old man did not see only the red gate before him, but also directly the small world hidden behind it, calmly analyzing the formations there with a patience that should not be shown by someone about to invade the place.

'Heh… before, I came only with a divine incarnation of Mo Yexuan, which with the materials I had on hand when I created it could only reach the Soul Formation realm.'

'But this time, I came with the main body of my avatar, and with my current proficiencies in formations and the cultivation of Tribulation Transcendence, the chance of failure is… zero.'

With a dark glint in his eyes, Mo Yexuan took a step forward. His body, hidden in the void, passed directly through the gate like a ghost, unobstructed, and disappeared into the depths of the small world without alerting anyone.

He advanced calmly, and in about an hour he reached the center of that small world without even opening a tunnel in the void, relying only on the terrifying speed of his current cultivation realm while manipulating and evading the arrays surrounding the place.

When Mo Yexuan arrived there, his steps stopped, and in the sky he stood as if on solid ground with his hands calmly placed behind his back.

Looking down, he saw an enormous sect, with countless pavilions, magnificent buildings, and floating islands, as well as millions of cultivators walking or flying through it.

Whether in wealth, energy, size, or manpower, that sect was countless times greater than the Infinite Dao Sect.

That was the Celestial Mist Sect.

And it was the first time Aotian truly saw a Void Refining Sect.