In the far eastern part of the continent of Mo Luo, there was a mountain range. This mountain range was very strange; it wasn't winding like a dragon, but it was connected in a ring.
Within this ring-shaped mountain range was a huge basin.
The basin was filled with pavilions that were brightly lit in the night. However, at this moment, there was an aura of sorrow that filled the basin. It was as if even the rain couldn't suppress this sorrow, and not even the Thunder and lightning in the sky could make this sorrow dissipate at all.
There were eight 100 foot thick pillars scattered in eight directions outside the basin. The distance between them wasn't different at all. It was as if they grew from the mountain range and pierced into the sky.
About 30,000 meters below the basin, the eight stone pillars were connected to a huge Daoist temple. From a distance, it looked as if the ancient Daoist temple were supported by the eight stone pillars that hung in midair.
Aside from being majestic, this daoist temple was very ordinary and filled with simplicity. However, this simplicity contained a majesty that shrouded the earth.
At this moment, as the rain fell rapidly, bursts of bell sounds echoed inside the mountain range.
The bell sounds were solemn, and the moment it echoed, it broke through the rain and replaced the thunder. However, this caused the sorrow in the basin to become even stronger, and there were even faint sounds of crying.
Inside the basin, countless cultivators walked out of the pavilions. There were men and women, young and old, and they wore Daoist robes. They didn't care that the rain fell on their bodies and wet their hair. They didn't use any spells. They looked up at the Daoist temple with sorrow. They allowed the rain to fall on their faces, and the tears in their eyes flowed down their cheeks.
In the daoist temple above the basin sat an old man in a daoist robe. This old man had a kind expression, but at this moment, his face was pale and calm.
Before him were four people kneeling.
Among the four, there were three men and one woman. Aside from one man and one woman who were middle-aged, the other two were old men.
They knelt there with sadness in their eyes, but the respect in their eyes hadn't lessened at all.
This was especially so for the woman. She was very beautiful and had a sense of determination. However, at this moment, she was biting her lower lip as tears flowed down from the corners of her eyes and landed on the ground, wetting it.
"Master's lifespan is coming to an end. You don't have to be too sad … This day will come for us cultivators … After I leave, the Gui Yuan Sect will fall on the shoulders of the four of you …" The old man's eyes were filled with kindness and reluctance as he slowly said.
"Master!" More tears flowed down the woman's cheeks. She looked at the elder in front of her, and memories flashed through her mind.
The expressions of the other three became even more sorrowful.
"Unfortunately, the Old Man still hasn't reached the Nirvana Shatterer stage. Otherwise, he wouldn't have ended up like this when he was at the rank 8 Spirit Origin Sect." The old man shook his head. There was unwillingness in his eyes, but even more helplessness.
The middle-aged man clenched his fist and said, "Master, the Purple Dao Sect placed a formation on the continent of Mo Luo and secretly entered the Alliance Star System. Why hasn't the main sect returned? Why is the main sect releasing their anger on our Origin Sect?"
The old man in the daoist robe silently pondered and his face became even more pale. A death aura surrounded his body and he slowly said, "The main sect must have a reason for doing this. It's best if you all don't understand … If you are unwilling, then in 100 years, during the competition between the main sect, let my Origin Sect escape from the last place it has been in for thousands of years. Then I'll be able to smile in the underworld."
The four of them silently pondered, and their faces were filled with sadness and bitterness. The competition that happened once every 1,000 years was a grand ceremony in the Cloud Sea. All the sects in the Cloud Sea would participate, but their Origin Sect would always be last and would never be able to soar into the sky.
The death aura around the old man in the daoist robe became even stronger. He took a deep breath as he looked at the rain outside the daoist temple and raised his bone-like right hand. This hand wasn't like this a few months ago, but now it was as if half of the flesh and blood had been sucked dry, making it look like a skeleton.
Seeing the old man's hand, the woman among the four people kneeling on the ground cried even more. The other three clenched their fists tightly and gritted their teeth so hard that they were about to shatter.
The old man in the daoist robe didn't look at his right hand but waved his hand.
A crack to his storage space immediately appeared. This storage space was purplish-red, and the moment it appeared, a terrifying aura came from inside.
Shortly after, a purplish-black python slowly poked its head out. The python's head was dozens of feet long. When it appeared in the Daoist temple, a powerful pressure immediately spread out.
However, this python looked a bit tired. When it poked its head out, it circled around the old man in the daoist robe. Its eyes were filled with sadness and reluctance, and its tongue touched the old man's body.
"After I die, this rank 5 Purple-Eyed Python will be the guardian beast of my Gui Yuan Sect. All of you … … take good care of it … …" The old man's face was no longer pale. Instead, it was strangely rosy, and his spirit was lifted. However, this excitement was like the final radiance of a setting sun, and the end of his life was near.
"Now, let me use my last bit of life to cast the Soul Selection Technique and choose a Companion Spirit for the Gui Yuan Sect … Back then, I was chosen by your Ancestral Master this way … At that time, I was just a youth from a mountain village." The old man smiled as he reminisced. He formed a seal with his hands and silently closed his eyes.
The four people in front of him looked at the old man with sadness. They knew that all the sect masters of the Origin Sect, unless they died in a foreign land, would burn everything in their last moments to use the Pool Spirit Spell. They would choose someone who would be of great help to the Origin Sect on the continent of Mo Luo for the next few hundred or thousands of years.
This spell was extremely mysterious, and no one could explain the principle behind it. Even the old man in the daoist robe didn't know. He only knew that the Swamp Spirit Spell had been passed down for a very long time.
This spell didn't succeed every time. In truth, over the countless years, the sect leaders of the Origin Sect had only used this spell twice before they died … The rest were all failures. This meant that at that moment, there was no one on the continent that met the requirements.
The old man in the daoist robe burned his last sliver of vitality and origin soul. At this moment, a blue flame appeared on his body and he gradually disappeared before his four disciples.
During this process, his divine sense was unprecedentedly clear, as if he had vaguely come into contact with some mysterious law. Under this law, his divine sense spread across the continent of Mo Luo to search for a companion spirit.
He searched again and again, but in the end, there was no sign of a companion spirit. The old man in the daoist robe let out a sigh. He understood that the Swamp Spirit Spell didn't succeed.
At this moment, his body in the Daoist temple was burned by the green flames. Only his head was left, and it looked like it was about to completely disappear into thin air.
However, just at this moment, his clear divine sense suddenly noticed a ray of light in the forest in the northern part of the continent of Mo Luo. The reason he paid attention to this forest was because that was where the transfer array to the Alliance Star System was located.
He could clearly see the Teleportation Rune shining brightly in the forest. At the same time, a white figure slowly appeared within the light. His white hair fluttered in the dark night, and the rain in the world seemed to tremble. Even the rumbling thunder seemed to be afraid of this person, and they all dissipated.
"This … He …" The old man in the daoist robe's divine sense fluctuated violently. His divine sense had never been this clear before. When he saw the young man in white, he suddenly had a terrifying guess.
This person wasn't a cultivator of the Cloud Sea!!
Just at this moment, the young man in white raised his head and coldly glanced at the sky. With this one glance, the thunder suddenly appeared and all the lightning retreated.
The old man in the daoist robe's mind trembled. The young man in white's gaze had actually caused his mind to tremble, especially since he was inside the Swamp Spirit Body and had fused with the mysterious law of the world. He felt like he could see countless vengeful souls surrounding the young man in white. There were too many vengeful souls, and they stared at the young man in white with hatred. However, none of them dared to approach.
These were all the people that Wang Lin had killed in his life!
An extreme sense of crisis shrouded the old man's mind. He quickly withdrew his divine sense and wanted to tell this news to his disciple as soon as possible. He wanted his disciple to immediately escape and report this news to the main sect!
Inside the daoist temple, the old man who was about to be burned suddenly opened his eyes!
This sudden action caused the four people before him to look up.
"Northern region …" He only had time to say these two words before the end of his life approached. His origin soul collapsed and his divine sense turned into nothingness. All traces of him disappeared from this world.
With a strong sense of unwillingness and a crazy struggle, the moment the old man disappeared, he roared one more word.
"White Hair …"
The four of them stared blankly ahead. Their master had passed away, but the four words he said before he left were firmly engraved in their minds. Even though they did not know why their master's expression was filled with shock at the last moment.
Inside the Origin Sect, the sound of the bell echoed and the sound of crying spread out. It was filled with sadness, reluctance, confusion, and hesitation … "All disciples of the Origin Sect, go to the northern part of Mo Luo and find anyone with the talent to cultivate, regardless of age, especially … White Hair!"
In the northern jungle of the continent of Mo Luo, Wang Lin withdrew his gaze from the sky. The rain fell on his body, soaking the snow he had brought with him from the Alliance Star System. The snow flowed down his clothes as Wang Lin slowly walked forward … The snow of the Alliance and the rain of the Cloud Sea were one at this moment … "When you leave, the snow sends you, when you come, the rain welcomes you … Seems pretty good." Wang Lin took a deep breath of the air of the Cloud Sea and walked into the depths of the jungle.