Qin Luo nodded slightly and said softly, "But many cultivators want to defy the heavens."

Master Qingxu shook his head. “Following the natural order is mortal, defying it is immortal. Birth, aging, sickness and death are natural. Our cultivation is about returning to the origin of the Dao, rejuvenating, returning to the root and defying fate. Many cultivators understand this as going against the heavens. Even if they cultivate for thousands or tens of thousands of years, they still cannot get the heavens to look at them more than once.”

"I will defy the heavens!"

The little dumpling stood with its hands on its hips.

Qin Luo could only shake his head helplessly.

Master Qingxu looked at the little dumpling and chuckled, "Go south, there is a peak called Nantian Peak, you can go and have a look."

What's so interesting about it?

The little dumpling tilted its head.

Qin Luo coughed and said, "Be polite."

The little dumpling patted its mouth and grinned foolishly, "Senior, is it fun there?"

You'll see when you get there.

Master Qingxu smiled with narrowed eyes.

"Senior, heading north leads to the Purple Cloud Mountains. You can go and take a look, really."

"OK."

Master Qingxu nodded.

Qin Luo knew that Master Qingxu must have had a reason for asking them to take a look. He looked at the thunder spirit circling the purple clay teapot and said softly, "Senior, this is a thunder spirit captured by the Demon Locking Tower. What do you plan to do with it?"

Lei Ling blinked her big eyes.

It can understand what Qin Luo is saying.

Master Qingxu chuckled and said, "Let's see."

Thunder Spirit is born from heaven and earth, with unlimited potential. It has the potential to transform into a Thunder Dragon and become a divine beast that protects a sect. It can cause countless forces to fight tooth and nail for it. However, Master Qingxu had no intention of taking Thunder Spirit for himself.

Qin Luo looked at the golden lightning spirit, "Do you want to come with me, stay at the Sword Dao Temple, or return to the Thunder Sea?"

Upon hearing Qin Luo's words, Lei Ling looked up at the sky.

Qin Luo understood Lei Ling's meaning. In an instant, the world changed color, and a golden sea of ​​lightning appeared out of thin air. The little dumpling was so frightened that its hair stood on end. Even Daoist Qingxu frowned slightly, and all the cultivators in the Sword Dao Temple were stunned.

The younger disciples of the Sword Dao Temple had never seen such a scene before. They thought that the temple's elders were about to undergo tribulation, and they were both surprised and delighted.

"Let's go back."

Qin Luo smiled slightly at Lei Ling.

Lei Ling nodded heavily, then transformed into a golden light and rushed towards the sea of ​​lightning high above. The moment Lei Ling returned to the sea of ​​lightning, Qin Luo saw a huge golden figure emerge, exuding a terrifying pressure. All the juniors of the Sword Dao Temple were so frightened that they knelt on the ground.

The young Thunder Spirit followed the golden figure away, and then the sea of ​​lightning disappeared, and the sky returned to its original color.

After finishing the remaining half cup of tea, Qin Luo stood up. "Senior, I still have a long way to go, so I won't disturb you any longer."

Master Qingxu came to his senses and stood up. "Alright, I'll see you off."

When Qin Luo and Daoist Qingxu walked out of the backyard, he saw incense and candles burning in the main hall and felt somewhat ashamed, "I almost forgot about Master Cui."

"As long as you have the will, that's enough."

Master Qingxu smiled and waved his hand.

It would be unreasonable to visit the Sword Dao Temple without offering incense to its founder. Qin Luo went to the main hall, looked at the portrait of Master Cui with a ferocious face, took out an incense stick, lit it, and bowed respectfully.

A wisp of golden smoke rose into the air.

Master Qingxu watched as golden smoke passed through the main hall, his shock evident in his eyes.

"Senior, farewell."

Qin Luo bowed respectfully, and the little dumpling imitated him in a very convincing manner, saying, "Senior, farewell!"

"Young friend, have a safe journey!"

Master Qingxu escorted Qin Luo out of the main hall, where many disciples of the Sword Dao Temple gathered around.

As Qin Luo and Xiao Tuanzi descended the mountain, Daoist Qingxu bowed respectfully to Qin Luo's retreating figure. The surrounding disciples of the Sword Dao Temple were quite surprised. Wei Changchun, realizing what was happening, followed suit with a bow, saying, "Respectfully seeing off fellow Daoist!"

The other disciples of the Sword Dao Temple followed suit, bowing and saying, "Respectfully seeing you off, fellow Daoist!"

The loud voice made the sea of ​​clouds disperse.

The little dumpling couldn't help but giggle.

Qin Luo turned back and returned the salute towards the mountain peak.

A wisp of golden smoke drifted towards the forbidden area of ​​the immortal realm. Inside the dilapidated cave, the golden smoke was absorbed by a clay sculpture covered in dust, and soon after, cracks appeared on the sculpture.