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Chapter 1517 The sage preaches

Beichen Star, Star City.

Thousands of lights fell from the sky, and countless lights flew from the stars below, in and out, very lively.

The size of the North Star is even greater than that of the Donglin Star, and it also has the title of holy star.

Tang Hao fell down, walked around the Star City, and inquired about the situation of this star.

There are three Pure Lands, three thousand eternal tribes, countless immortal gates, and the prehistoric tribes.

In this northern star, countless forces have been born on such a vast territory, many of which are comparable to the three Pure Lands that are located in the east, but this place is not called Pure Land, but it is called a supernatural power.

Each one is a giant with a long history and profound background.

Similarly, above this star, there are countless dangerous places and Jedi, full of opportunities.

Tang Hao did not rush to go down, but went to the place where the medicine was sold and purchased medicinal materials.

In different places, most of the medicinal materials produced are different. Many medicinal materials that are quite rare in Donglin are very common here.

Of course, things like treasure medicine are rare everywhere you go and are generally unavailable.

He stuffed all the medicinal materials he received into his portable cave, and there were still many clones there, so the planting work was left to them.

Since he had a clone, he has not taken care of Yaoyuan much and has left it all to his clone.

He rented a cave in Xingcheng for a short time and stayed for a few days.

On that day, he went to the restaurant to sit and found out a message.

"Have you heard that, news has come out of the Three Qing Palaces, saying that the Holy Ancestor has come out of seclusion and will soon open an altar to preach."

Hearing this news, Tang Hao's mind moved.

The so-called saint ancestor is a saint.

Here, the perfect immortals are called the ancestor, such as the Blood Ancestor, the Demon Ancestor, Tang Hao has heard a lot about it, and the saint is called the Holy Ancestor.

"Really? That's a sensation. I remember that the Saint Ancestor started his speech last time, which was more than fifty years ago. After that, he went into seclusion. Unexpectedly, this seclusion lasted for more than fifty years!"

"Hi! What's more than fifty years? For the Holy Ancestor, fifty years are just a blink of an eye!"

The news about the neighboring seat caused a sensation in the entire restaurant.

Everyone looked excited, and they could not hide their admiration and respect in their words.

After a little inquiry, Tang Hao learned about the situation of this saint.

This holy ancestor, named Sanqing, was not from a major sect, but a casual cultivator. After becoming famous, he founded the Sanqing Palace.

This Sanqing Holy Ancestor is easy-going, free and unruly, and is an extraordinary person who is like a god. His Sanqing Palace is also transcendent and never gets involved in any disputes.

From time to time, this saint would invite cultivators from all over the world to preach, thus accumulating a high reputation.

"Is there any rule in this preaching sermon?"

Tang Hao asked.

He was a little moved. After all, this was a saint, and he had a long life. I heard that he had lived for thousands of years, so what he said was definitely extraordinary.

Go and listen, maybe you will gain something.

"There are no rules. No matter who you are, you can go. The Holy Ancestor said that there are teachings and all living beings are equal. Even if you are not a human being, you can go."

"But the way the Saint Ancestor was the most profound way. Most people don't understand it. Those with low cultivation generally would not join in the fun, so as not to be embarrassed."

After hearing this, Tang Hao was a little surprised.
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