In the world of cultivation, there is the Myriad Paths Sect.

The disciples, coming and going, stood still, all looking up at the magnificent golden light that filled the sky, even the layers of clouds were tinged with a sacred and unattainable purity by the golden light.

The newly initiated disciple, not understanding, couldn't help but ask in surprise.

The senior brother from the Myriad Paths Sect who was leading the way looked up at the changes in the sky and explained, "This is the work of the sect leader. After the Myriad Paths Sect leaves this behind, you will see it often."

"The Sect Master's doing?"

"Naturally, these are all the result of the accumulation of vows and merits."

Seeing that the newly initiated disciples did not quite understand, the senior brother explained again: "The power of merit, as you should know, is on the line of cause and effect. If you have done something that triggers the line of cause and effect and saves other people's lives, fates, or futures, etc."

“After doing good deeds, Heaven will bestow merit. This merit is powerful yet gentle in nature; it is a blessing.”

“The power of aspiration is different. Merit is when you do good deeds and the heavens will bestow it upon you, but the power of aspiration requires the person being helped to willingly dedicate their own strength, hoping that others will receive their power of aspiration and be able to help them realize their wishes.”

Upon hearing this, the newly initiated disciples finally understood what kind of power "merit" and "vow power" truly represented.

But a new disciple asked curiously, "So all this merit power was bestowed because of the sect leader?"

"Of course!"

The senior brother spoke with pride: "The previous sect leader of the Myriad Paths Sect almost dragged the entire sect into an abyss because of his own selfish desires. If it weren't for our current sect leader, Shen, who stepped in out of a sense of righteousness and saved the entire Myriad Paths Sect."

"It is precisely because of Sect Master Shen that a storm that could have affected the entire cultivation world was averted. Such merit is immeasurable, and even more so—Sect Master Shen continues to uphold his mission of saving the world and helping people. Countless cultivators and mortals have benefited from him!"

Another new disciple couldn't help but say, "I know. The reason I have the opportunity to come to the Myriad Paths Sect is because the sect leader saved my small village. It's clear that a cultivator could wipe it out with a wave of his hand, but he took it to heart."

Upon hearing someone agree, the senior brother who had spoken up added, "Of course! The sect leader is the true gentleman, upright and virtuous!"

Just then, the new disciple who had spoken first asked timidly.

"That……"

"If the sect leader obtains the power of will, what is his wish?"

After the question was asked, everyone fell silent. Even the senior brother who had initially been so enthusiastic in explaining things to the new disciples stopped talking. After a long silence, he said, "Nobody knows. Perhaps... it has something to do with the person in the portrait in the main hall?"

Who is that person?

"The sect leader's former master, but... she has passed away."

...

The sky, bathed in golden light, was filled with layers of wish power and merit, all converging on Yanlai Peak of the Myriad Paths Sect. After Shen Changlin succeeded as the sect leader of the Myriad Paths Sect, he established the main peak here, on the summit at this moment.

When shrouded in mist, the mountains appear small from afar.

The young man, dressed in white and carrying a sword, was tall and handsome, with an extraordinary and elegant demeanor. When he stood atop the mountain, his lowered gaze seemed to take in everything and look down upon all living beings.

All forces converge here.

Above the golden, misty sky, a gigantic eye appeared, instantly creating an invisible barrier that isolated the entire Yanlai Peak.

"You've done your best, Shen Changlin."

"Yeah?"

Standing atop the mountain, Shen Changlin looked up and met the eyes that belonged only to the Heavenly Dao, and said earnestly, "But I don't think so yet."

Whenever merit is bestowed, the Heavenly Way descends for a brief moment.

Looking down at the world, it said condescendingly, "Do you know how difficult it is to collect 99.99 million merits? Shen Changlin, even if you collect all the merits, how difficult it is to get these people to willingly give up their vows."

"People are selfish. Even if you save them all, they might thank you, but they won't give you any effort in return..."

"Shen Changlin, you can't succeed."

The Heavenly Dao said coldly, "Moreover, do you know how many wishes you need to gather? It's nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine wishes. Shen Changlin, what makes you think you can gather them all?"

The power of a wish means that the person willingly and sincerely hopes that the wish of the one receiving the power of the wish will be fulfilled.

The atmosphere was stagnant and silent.

Shen Changlin stood with his sword on his back, his dark eyes showing no emotion whatsoever, unmoved by Tiandao's words: "I don't know, I've never dared to be sure about this."

"but……"

"All I know is that if I don't do this, the rest of my life will be meaningless. The Myriad Paths Sect is good enough, and so is the cultivation world. The only bad thing is... that she is gone."

Heaven seemed to want to say something more, but at that moment—

Shen Changlin's eyes were cold. He twirled the long sword in his palm and then slashed it straight up to the sky, instantly tearing apart the huge Heavenly Dao Eye in the sky, as if he had ripped it apart!

Above the sky, all traces left by the Heavenly Dao had disappeared, and Shen Changlin then sheathed his longsword and stared coldly at the scene.

"All you need to do is perform good deeds."

"How to do it is my business."

After saying that, Shen Changlin waved his hand, and all the golden merits and vows surged toward him. When he raised his hand and grasped them, they were all controlled in his palm, just as he held the full glow of the sky.

The traces left by the Way of Heaven are about to disappear—

“Chen Changlin”.

"Her reincarnation has arrived, do you want to go see her?"

The young man, who was about to enter the cave, stopped in his tracks, his fingers gripping the longsword turning pale: "...I will go."

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