While Jiang Lan was still familiarizing himself with his spells and techniques, he suddenly received a message.

It was news of Kunlun's departure for the Witchcloud Gathering.

He was supposed to go and send them off.

It was not that he had to go, but his master wanted him to see the situation.

It was not too late to regret it if he wanted to go.

"Master, do you really want me to go out for a walk?"

Jiang Lan was helpless.

However, he decided he should make a trip out in the end.

After all, he had already reached the Void Refinement Realm. It was good for him to take a stroll.

He was very close to immortality.

In a few decades or a century, he might have to go out and undergo tribulation.

At that time, Master would probably be happy that he would finally go out of Ninth Summit to train.

After that, Jiang Lan left the Ninth Summit and arrived at the Kunlun Main Hall.

This was where those who were heading for the Witchcloud Gathering gathered before they left.

The sun was warm and the breeze was gentle.

Jiang Lan walked up the stairs leading to the main hall. Beside him, some disciples were also walking up.

Jiang Lan occasionally took a few glances and discovered that these people's clothes were different from his.

Most of them were Qi Refinement and Foundation Establishment disciples.

"It turns out that the new disciple's attire has been changed."

Clothes change once every hundred years.

One cycle every thousand years.

Therefore, there was a high chance of knowing how long others had been in the sect for. Of course, there were also some disciples who chose not to wear the sect's clothes.

So it was not absolute.

Jiang Lan came from the Ninth Summit, and very few people knew him.

This time, he also heard some discussions.

For example:

"Which peak is this Senior Brother from? I feel like he has restrained some of his strength. Is he a Golden Core?"

"I don't know. I've never seen him before."

"Should we go up and ask?"

"If you do, go ahead."

As Jiang Lan walked on the road, he felt that he was really not used to this.

This was not what his Senior Brother talked about in the past.

Without another thought, Jiang Lan walked towards the main hall.

Soon, he arrived at the square.

Then, he found a corner and stood there.

On the square, he saw a floating disc. It was a large flying magical equipment.

There were some disciples up there.

With a cursory glance, he realized that there were quite a number of immortals on it. The weakest was at the Essence Soul Realm.

If he went up, he would probably be the only Golden Core among a group of Essence Soul and Void Refinement cultivators.

In fact, even if it was his surface cultivation, he could be said to have improved very quickly.

However, he could not improve so quickly after that.

He could not maintain the cultivation speed of a genius by always relying on resources.

Otherwise, some geniuses would feel terrible.

It was easy for him to make enemies for no reason if he kept this up.

But he couldn't be too slow either.

This was to prevent others from finding trouble with him for no reason.

Jiang Lan stood in a corner and watched as many disciples flew towards the flying Dharma treasure.

After a long time, there were many people standing on it.

They were all outstanding disciples of the sect.

Jiang Lan was only an outstanding disciple of the Ninth Summit.

"Senior brother, what must I do to qualify for the Witchcloud Gathering?" A voice suddenly rang out beside Jiang Lan.

It was a teenager.

His cultivation was at the Qi Refinement Realm.

He should have only joined the sect for two years.

"Become one of the few outstanding disciples of each summit," Jiang Lan replied.

That was probably the case. He was one of the few outstanding disciples in the Ninth Summit, and he was also the personal disciple of the Ninth Summit's Summit Leader.

He was also the one who had the highest potential of being the successor to the Ninth Summit's Summit Leader.

"Is there a cultivation threshold?" That youth asked again.

Jiang Lan looked at the flying Dharma treasure and said.

"The Senior Brothers and Sisters above are at least at the Essence Soul Realm."

The youth was confused.

That was too far away for him.

Essence Souls! Even the geniuses in the sect needed about 150 years to advance to the Essence Soul Realm.

For mediocre people like him, it would be good enough if he could step into the Essence Soul Realm within 300 years.

"Thank you for explaining, Senior Brother." The young man thanked him and left.

He didn't intend to disturb Jiang Lan.

Jiang Lan didn't mind it and just stood there watching.

There were many people in the square with different cultivations.

They were talking among themselves and had their own topics of conversation.

Most of them were envious of the people on the flying Dharma treasure.

It was as if they were using those people as role models.

Some people felt that it was a pity.

It was as if they had just narrowly missed the benchmark and could have been the one who boarded the flying Dharma treasure and went to the Witchcloud Gathering.

"Although it's a little noisy, it's not a bad experience. Master is right. I should take a walk around the sect occasionally. "

However, he would not think of it if it was too far away.

It was better not to attract attention.

Soon, the flying Dharma treasure began to rise into the sky. Almost everyone was present.

At this moment, a middle-aged man stood at the front of the Dharma treasure. There was a strand of white hair in his messy hair. He looked towards the square and slowly said.

"Which other personal disciple wants to go? You can come right up."

Jiang Lan lowered his head.

He felt like this senior was looking at him.

Jiu Zhongtian had indeed looked at Jiang Lan, but when he saw that Jiang Lan had no intention of coming up, he decided not to bring him up.

As long as Jiang Lan was hesitant or seemed to have some worries about going, he would take action and bring him up.

However, he decided to forget about it after seeing Jiang Lan's reaction.

"Since there isn't, let's go." Jiu Zhongtian's deep voice sounded.

And then, the flying Dharma treasure flew into the sky.

"Have a safe journey, Senior Brothers and Sisters."

The disciples lowered their heads and sent them off.

Jiang Lan also lowered his head.

He wanted to follow the masses.

Seeing these people leave successfully, he heaved a sigh of relief.

At the very least, there weren't any last-minute changes that would cause him to be dragged along.

Maybe next time.

Next time, he would be an immortal.

At least a Human Immortal.

Doing so would also fulfill his master's wish.

Finally, there would be disciples from the Ninth Summit participating in various activities and meetings.

After Jiu Zhongtian and the others left.

The people in the square also started to disperse.

Jiang Lan naturally intended to return to the Ninth Summit to continue cultivating.

These people were going out for three months. However, it did not matter much to him.