In the Dharma-ending Age, spiritual energy is scarce, the Xuanmen sect is declining, and a great calamity is imminent.
The elders of the Wen family gathered together, each with a worried expression.
“Father, as descendants of the Xuanmen, it is our duty to slay demons and maintain peace in the world, and we are willing to die for it. But Zhixuan is still young. He is the most talented person in our Wen family in thousands of years, and he carries the hopes of the entire family. He should not die here.”
Wen Zhixuan was born with the ability to see yin and yang, and he was able to cultivate qi at the age of five. His talent even surpassed that of the Wen family's ancestors, and he was groomed by the family to be the next generation's successor from a young age.
The second master of the Wen family sighed, "The notes left by our ancestors may have a way to be deciphered, but unfortunately no one has opened them yet."
The others remained silent.
After a moment of contemplation, the Wen family head said, "Based on the warning from the Celestial Pivot and the Dipper left by our ancestors, I have calculated that there will be an unusual phenomenon in the heavens thirteen years from now. At that time, we will work together to open the gate of time and space and send Zhi Xuan away."
Everyone nodded.
On the eve of Wen Zhixuan's eighteenth birthday, he had a dream in which a young man in black robes appeared and disappeared, his appearance unclear, and led him to the ancestral hall.
"Do you see that longevity plaque?"
Wen Zhixuan nodded, "That is the goddess whom my Wen family has worshipped for generations, the Azure Lotus Saintess."
The boy remained silent for a long time.
Wen Zhixuan asked in surprise, "What's wrong with you?"
When the boy spoke again, his tone was calm. "There are handwritten notes left by your Wen family ancestors in the shrine. Go and open them."
Wen Zhixuan was even more puzzled, "I saw my ancestor's handwritten notes when I was young; they were a wordless book."
"The time is not yet ripe," the young man said calmly. "With the blood from the tip of your middle finger, you can glimpse the secrets of heaven."
Although Wen Zhixuan was puzzled, curiosity prevailed, so he did as instructed. Blood fell on the book cover, a flash of golden light appeared, and golden characters flew into the air, automatically arranging themselves into rows and appearing before Wen Zhixuan.
"Your late father, your unfilial son Wen Lingyi respectfully bows."
Wen Zhixuan's eyes widened, and he was so frightened that he took several steps back.
He looked up, but the boy had vanished without a trace.
The notes briefly record Wen Lingyi's life.
“I was born on the 20th day of the 12th month of the 11th year of Hongde. My destiny is entirely Yin in the Four Pillars of Destiny, which is unfavorable for marriage and children. When I was five years old, I went with my father to the East Sea to seek the Tao, but failed and went into seclusion in the mountains.”
"In the seventeenth year of Hongde, the Hu people invaded and the demon race invaded, plunging the world into chaos. My father died trying to eliminate the demons and protect the righteous path, and I followed my master to the ends of the earth. Only then did I learn that the Heavenly Emperor ruled the six realms, allowing demons in the lower realms to wreak havoc on humankind, and that the gods were in cahoots with him. To save all living beings from suffering, the Holy Venerable slaughtered the gods and fought the Heavenly Emperor in the Thirty-Three Heavens, finally killing him. Afterward, exhausted, he fell into a deep sleep."
"At that time, I called her Aunt."
"After the Holy Venerable fell into slumber, all the spiritual energy of the mortal realm returned to him, like a blocked spring. All the demons were forced back to their original forms, and the calamity in the human world came to an end."
"In the thirty-first year of Hongde, Master disappeared into the mortal world and was never seen again."
"In the thirty-fifth year of Hongde, the emperor passed away, and the crown prince succeeded to the throne, appointing me as the national teacher to carry on my father's legacy."
"In the sixth year of Tianxu, I knew my time was coming to an end, so I left this letter to my adopted son to be passed down through generations. Only my blood relatives may open it."
"This serves as a warning to the descendants of the Wen family: before the great calamity arrives, do not act rashly, but wait patiently for the day when the Holy One awakens, and the calamity will be resolved."
"Wen Lingyi, last words."
When Wen Zhixuan woke up from his dream, he saw the handwritten note placed beside his pillow and realized that what he had seen in his dream was real. He quickly told his grandfather about it.
The Emperor of Fengdu waved his hand, and the mirror image disappeared.
He looked at Seon-yeon beside him and said, "I never saw you care much about that junior disciple before, so why are you taking care of his junior now?"
Demonic cultivators truly fear no karma and dare to do anything.
Seon-yeon remained expressionless.
"I did it for Master." He frowned slightly, his expression one of disdain. "The Heavenly Pivot Cyclone has been tainted by the filth of the mortal world, and even its warnings are wrong. The descendants of the Wen family are all fools, actually trying to use the Heavenly Pivot Cyclone to travel through time. Don't they realize that thousands of years have passed and the times have changed? Sending their most promising descendants to make a living in the feudal era is just torture, isn't it? If Master awakens prematurely, he will have to borrow a mortal body to nourish his soul."
Wen Zhixuan was originally a promising talent for cultivation, but he was ruined by these old bastards.
If he doesn't stop it, everything will fall into a vicious cycle.
The master will also disappear completely due to the continuous consumption of soul power.
At that time, heaven and earth will return to chaos.
Feng did not comment.
Even if she wakes up, she won't see you.
These words are harsh, but they are true.
Fengdu only found out later what kind of thoughts this kid had about his master. It can only be said that demonic cultivators are indeed unrestrained and disregard morality, daring to covet their own master.
No wonder Jiang Shumiao was angry.
They cultivate the path of universal salvation; personal feelings and such don't concern them at all.
At that moment, a ghost messenger rushed over.
"Your Majesty, city gods from all over the mortal realm have reported that spiritual energy has been revived."
Fengdu and Shanyuan turned around at the same time.
The spiritual energy has revived, which means that Jiang Shumiao has awakened!
Seon-yeon vanished in an instant.
Fengdu: "..."
They really won't turn back until they hit a brick wall.
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