It seems that the cause and effect related to the Immortal's Mountain-Sitting Technique is not so easy to sever.
He shook his head.
This matter seems to have nothing to do with his purpose of finding a reclusive family, regardless of whether there are other powerful figures behind the scenes.
As long as it doesn't involve him, he's too lazy to care. Killing a Wanling Ancestor is considered a good deed for him.
Liu Huo suddenly realized something.
He was about to beg for mercy.
He felt a powerful force slam him towards the ground, and the bustling night sky of Kyoto magnified in his eyes.
Then at the entrance of the Dragon Soul Hall.
Liu Huo was smashed into a pile of minced meat.
"Master Lin, what's this?"
"Clean it up."
Lin Jinglong patted the driver Yuan Xing on the shoulder.
He stepped back into the Dragon Soul Hall.
Several veteran guards stared at the flaming corpse, their teeth bared in disgust.
"What terrible crime must they have committed to deserve being thrown around like this by Master Lin..."
It was at this moment.
On the outskirts of Kyoto lies a picturesque landscape, where hundreds of ancient buildings, resembling pavilions and towers, stand, like a secluded paradise unknown to outsiders.
Inside an ancestral hall at the highest peak.
A middle-aged man dressed in a simple blue robe had five incense sticks burning on the table in front of him.
One of them suddenly burst into flames.
"Um?"
The middle-aged man silently raised his head.
The incense stick burned out quickly.
The middle-aged man with a slight frown raised his hand and beckoned.
The lingering smoke in the air quietly coalesced into a human shape, which was none other than the appearance of the Ancestor of All Spirits.
"Where am I? Aren't I already dead?"
The Ancestor of All Spirits muttered to himself in a daze, like a wandering ghost.
The middle-aged man in front chuckled.
"You are just a pawn. With me, Zhuge Zun, here, whether you live or die is not up to others, nor is it up to you."
The Ancestor of Ten Thousand Spirits suddenly felt a tremor in his soul.
"You are the originator of the Mountain-Sitting Technique?"
Zhuge Zun smiled slightly.
He ignored the horrified Ancestor of All Spirits and turned to look outside the ancestral hall, his words carrying a hint of amusement.
"I never expected that Kyoto would produce such a talent, breaking through one-fifth of my great formation. Interesting."
Then, a young man rushed in from outside.
"Patriarch, news has come from the Lin family, inviting you to a meeting to discuss the matter of finding the Nirvana Technique. They seem to have encountered some trouble."
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