All of the cultivators of the Tian Dao Sect were very excited as they looked at Wang Lin with reverence in their eyes.
The white-haired old man from the Tian Dao Sect walked out from the crowd. He bowed at Wang Lin and respectfully said, "Junior Tian Dao Sect's Zhen Fengxiao greets ancestor."
"Greetings, Martial Ancestor!" As soon as the old man finished speaking, all of the State of Zhao cultivators immediately saluted.
Their voices were very loud and spread far.
Wang Lin shook his head and said, "I'm not the ancestor."
The old man took a deep breath and respectfully said, "You are the ancestor of all the cultivators of the State of Zhao. This has existed since you reached the Soul Formation stage at the Tiandao Sect 200 years ago. Please don't decline."
Wang Lin sighed and looked at the land of the State of Zhao. This was the place where he was born and raised. In the blink of an eye, 500 years had passed. Sometimes, when he thought back to the past, he felt like he was in a dream.
"Lord ancestor, if you're not in a hurry, please rest at the Tiandao Sect for a few days and allow us juniors to pay our respects."
The old man's eyes were filled with reverence.
Wang Zhuo sighed and said, "Wang Lin, stay at the State of Zhao for a few days. Don't you want to see fourth uncle's descendants …" The old man was startled and looked at Wang Zhuo. Wang Zhuo was a talented disciple of the Tiandao Sect, and the old man thought he knew him. However, Wang Zhuo's words were a bit strange. The old man immediately noticed something was wrong. Although Wang Zhuo looked the same as before, his eyes no longer had the feeling of a Tiandao Sect disciple. Instead, there was a sense of vicissitudes.
Wang Zhuo smiled at the old man and sent a voice transmission to the old man. After the old man heard this, his body trembled and he looked at Wang Lin with disbelief. In the end, he was sure that Wang Zhuo's words couldn't be false, so he let out a bitter smile and respectfully said, "I'm not lying.
He smiled bitterly and said, "Greetings ancestor …"
"Chen Fengxiao, you were a disciple that I personally brought to the Tiandao Sect. Back then, you were still a young man. In a flash, so many years have passed, and things have changed …" Wang Zhuo sighed.
Chen Fengxiao nodded bitterly. For a moment, he was still in a trance.
Wang Lin stayed in the Tiandao Sect.
The cultivators of the State of Zhao, with the exception of the leaders of some sects, all dispersed and returned to their own sects.
At the Heaven Dao Sect, Wang Lin gave a lecture about the Dao to all of the Core Formation Cultivators in the State of Zhao. His enlightenment left a vague image of the Dao in the hearts of the Core Formation Cultivators, which increased their chances of reaching the Nascent Soul stage.
Similarly, for the few Nascent Soul cultivators, Wang Lin wasn't stingy in teaching them about the Soul Formation stage. This way, they were no longer confused about the Soul Formation stage and were able to see the path clearly.
Three days later, Wang Lin and Wang Zhuo left the Tian Dao Sect. Before they left, Wang Lin placed down a powerful formation around the Tian Dao Sect. This formation could isolate all Soul Formation cultivators; only Soul Transformation cultivators could break it.
For a rank 3 cultivation country, this kind of formation was one of a kind. Normally, only a rank 5 cultivation country would have a formation stronger than this.
After doing one last thing for the State of Zhao, Wang Lin no longer had any attachment to the place where he was born and raised. He went with Wang Zhuo to the capital and silently looked at the descendants of the Wang family.
Soon after, he saw Yu 'er's family of three in the ancestral home. Yu' er's cuteness reminded him of Da Niu and Zhou Ru when they were young.
Wang Zhuo accepted Yu Er and taught him the art of cultivation.
Before Wang Lin left, he took away the Ji Realm from the jade inside the ancestral home and inserted a piece of his divine sense into it.
Wang Zhuo didn't return to the Tian Dao Sect but stayed at the Wang family. Two hundred years ago, he was sent into the body of a pregnant woman in the Wang family by Wang Lin. Since he was born in the Wang family, his feelings for the Wang family far surpassed those for Wang Lin.
He was prepared to use the rest of his life to protect the descendants of the Wang family.
The matter with the State of Zhao was over.
However, Wang Lin still had one more thought in his mind, and that was the Heng Yue Sect.
After all, this sect was the cradle of cultivation for him. Before leaving Zhao, Wang Lin decided to check it out.
He spread out his divine sense and all the mountain ranges and caves in the country of Zhao appeared in his mind. Then he disappeared from where he stood.
According to his memory, Wang Lin's figure appeared outside of Elephant Snake Mountain in Zhao.
With a complicated expression, Wang Lin looked around. There was a formation here. He waved his hand but didn't break the formation. Instead, he passed through it and entered Elephant Snake Mountain.
Inside was a giant cave. When Wang Lin entered the cave, all he could see was dust.
This place had been abandoned for a long time.
Only in the main hall of the cave was a giant piece of jade with three ancient words engraved on it.
"Heng Yue Sect!"
Wang Lin let out a sigh and wiped the dust off the jade. He looked at the jade and silently pondered for a long time.
After a while, Wang Lin spread out his divine sense and walked toward the stone room. After breaking the restriction on the door, what appeared before him were rows of shelves. There were a few jades scattered on the shelves that gave off a faint light.
In the corner was a skeleton. This skeleton was in the shape of a moon. There were no cracks on it, and there were no signs of injuries. It was obvious that this person had died of old age.
The skeleton's right index finger was pointing at the ground.
Wang Lin walked up, wiped the dust off the ground, and saw a row of words.
"The Heng Yue Sect has died by itself. We have failed our ancestors … we have failed our ancestors …"
Wang Lin silently took a few steps back and respectfully bowed toward the skeleton. He softly said, "Disciple Wang Lin greets the ancestor …"
With a sigh, Wang Lin turned around and walked toward the jades. He picked them up one by one and used his divine sense to explore them. Finally, his footsteps stopped on one of the jades.
"The Old Man's talent was dull and his cultivation was not good enough. In his life, he only had a strange desire for swords. It was as if he lived for swords.
But for some reason, any swords that were touched by his divine sense would shatter after one breath without exception … The word "useless" was referring to the Old Man.
"If he couldn't use his divine sense to control swords, he wouldn't be able to use them in battle.
"When he was 80 years old, the Old Man suddenly had a dream. In the dream, he was the soul of a sword that swept through the world and roared through the nine continents. He was regarded as the king of swords.
After waking up, the sword in the dream echoed in the Old Man's mind for a long time. It was as if it was the Old Man's life pursuit. It was the Old Man's previous life … "I resolutely gave up on breaking through to the Foundation Establishment realm and turned to forging swords. I want to forge that sword!"
This thought was extremely heavy. It was so heavy that the Old Man couldn't control himself. All of his mind was focused on it. "I must forge that sword in the dream!"
After ten years, the Old Man didn't hesitate to kneel down and beg for strange stones and metals. He collected countless materials to forge swords and successfully forged a few swords. However, none of them felt like they were in a dream. All of them were personally discarded by the Old Man.
This year, the Heng Yue Sect encountered a great calamity. A powerful enemy attacked and the sect was about to be destroyed.
In this life, the Old Man was born in the Heng Yue Sect. Naturally, he would die in the Heng Yue Sect. At the moment of danger, the Old Man opened the furnace to forge one last time. Time was limited, so this time, the Old Man gave up on the strange materials and simply used ordinary iron to forge a large sword.
The moment the sword came out of the furnace, the Old Man suddenly felt something. He melted the metal and smeared it on the sword. The sword immediately shined with a golden light.
Looking at the sword, the Old Man felt like he was in a dream. It was as if he couldn't control his body. When he picked up the sword, he felt like he had returned to the dream and became the soul of the sword.
"This is the feeling I gave this sword. I named it Great Riches. Although the name is vulgar, it is what I wanted.
Holding this sword, the Old Man's mind seemed to disappear into the sword. He rushed out of the place where the sword was forged and solved the calamity of the Heng Yue Sect. Then, the Old Man passed away with a smile. He left behind a sword art and stored it in Great Riches. I hope future generations of disciples will treat this sword well. "
Wang Lin put down the jade and closed his eyes. His heart was shaken. The reason he came here was not just to see the Heng Yue Sect, but to find the source of Great Riches was also one of his goals.
"Previous life's sword spirit … this Great Riches is exactly the same as the celestial sword. Could it be that this senior's soul contains a trace of the sword spirit of the celestial sword that collapsed …"
Wang Lin opened his eyes and his eyes lit up.
He pondered a bit, then his figure disappeared and he left this place.
When he reappeared, he was outside of the Jue Ming Valley. This was where his bag of holding was broken. That was where he found the sword scabbard.
He tore open a spatial rift and Wang Lin went in. This time he only had one goal, and that was Great Riches!
"This sword was made from common iron. After 500 years, I don't know if it still exists in this spatial rift. I also don't know if it disappeared with the bag of holding. Unfortunately, my cultivation level back then wasn't high enough to sense the sword art inside, or else …" Wang Lin let out a sigh. He spread out his divine sense inside the spatial rift and began to search for it.
Half a month later, Wang Lin walked out of the spatial rift with a frown. He found nothing.
"I'm afraid this sword has already been destroyed …"
"I need to quickly return to the Soul Refining Sect to find a large amount of celestial jades to reach the Soul Transformation stage!"
Wang Lin's figure disappeared and reappeared inside an ancient transfer array. After activating it, he disappeared from the country of Zhao.
In the western part of Suzaku, there was a rank 4 cultivation country that had been taken over by the Forsaken Immortal Clan. The cultivators of the country were now subordinates of the Forsaken Immortal Clan. At this moment, there was a person wearing a straw hat and his body was surrounded by a golden light.
"Wang Lin, you finally returned. The moment you returned to Suzaku, senior already knew. I hope you won't disappoint him." This person slapped his bag of holding and a piece of jade appeared in his hand.
"You helped me kill Li Yuanfeng and seal Xue Yu. I, Zhou Wutai, can't repay you, so I'll give this to you. Inside this is Liu Mei's domain that I comprehended at the cost of my life. I hope you can do as senior predicted and devour Liu Mei's dao heart to complete the Rosefinch's domain!"
He took a step forward and disappeared on the spot.
In the northern part of the country of Pilu on the continent of Rosefinch, rings of light appeared and Wang Lin's figure appeared. He walked out of the transfer array and charged toward the Soul Refining Sect.
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