Several days later, Huang Ling'er stood atop Ancient Dragon Mountain, overlooking the Ancient Imperial City.
At this time, the ancient imperial city had been razed to the ground, and countless craftsmen were building Buddhist-style buildings.
Seeing this, Huang Ling'er sneered:
"Keep dreaming. The bigger the pilgrimage event, the worse your Guyue Hall will be."
The Yellow Emperor, standing to the side, said:
"Gu Yue Hall has ordered that all cultivators who have reached the Foundation Establishment stage must arrive at the Ancient Emperor City in advance."
He wanted to greet the so-called Golden Buddha with the grandest entourage. Heh…
As he spoke, the Yellow Emperor pointed to the city center square, "That area has been expanded tenfold, just to accommodate more people!"
...
Three months later, Lingyun, Qiongqi, and Dasheng all breathed a sigh of relief.
Ling Yao's physical body has been completed.
Qiongqi patted Ling Yao's arm and said:
"Even without a sword, this arm could cleave through anything. I'm quite envious of Xiao Yao's physical body!"
The Great Sage laughed:
"This is the flesh-shaped Fairy Mother Green Bronze. Brother Ling, you truly have a genius mind to have come up with this."
Ling Yun looked at Ling Yao's flawless body and nodded in satisfaction:
"Xiao Yao is extremely resilient now, and can withstand at least a hundred full-force attacks from a True Immortal."
Immediately, Ling Yun released the restriction and called out to Ling Yao, who was diligently practicing her swordplay outside the door, sweating profusely:
"Xiao Yao, come here!"
Ling Yao's face lit up with joy as she entered the main hall. Upon seeing her own physical body, she couldn't help but show a look of shock.
Although his physical body was still as delicate and fair as jade, a layer of celestial mist swirled around him, emanating a terrifyingly powerful aura.
Ling Yun affectionately ruffled Ling Yao's hair and smiled:
"Merge with the physical body!"
"Okay, bro!"
Immediately, Ling Yao's primordial spirit merged with her physical body.
The moment they merged, a terrifying aura erupted, forming a visible energy wave.
Ling Yao clenched her fist, and the dissipated physical power caused the space to distort and vibrate.
She rushed out of the house and came to the foot of a mountain. Without using any spiritual power, she used only her physical strength to punch it.
With a loud bang!
The mountain shattered in response.
"So strong!" Ling Yao looked at her fist, utterly shocked.
Immediately, she returned to the inner courtyard and wielded the demonic sword, which weighed over 100 million jin, with ease, much more effortlessly than before.
Even the lightest greatsword weighs a million pounds, and the Demon Sword, as the king of greatswords, is incredibly heavy.
Now that Ling Yao is wielding the Demon Sword, even without using her cultivation, she can kill a Great Emperor with just her physical strength.
After adapting to her new body, Ling Yao was very happy and bowed deeply to Ling Yun, Qiongqi, and the Great Sage.
"Thank you, three brothers~"
Qiongqi laughed:
"We're all family, no need for formalities. Just practice your swordsmanship. We believe you can definitely achieve revenge by defeating your superiors."
Ling Yao's beautiful eyes flashed with determination as she nodded emphatically.
She then continued practicing her swordsmanship, wasting no time.
Seeing Ling Yao engrossed in practicing her swordplay, the Great Sage said with some worry:
"Once Xiao Yao fully regains her memories of Lin Mu Yao, those memories will disappear. At that time, will she still be Lin Mu Yao or our Xiao Yao?"
Qiongqi also sighed:
"Xiao Yao is an innocent and lively child, while Lin Muyao is aloof and melancholy, as if she is carrying a heavy mountain on her back."
I still prefer Xiao Yao.
No one was more heartbroken than Ling Yun when Ling Yao turned back into Lin Muyao, after all, she had become a different person.
With a sigh, Ling Yun said:
"It all depends on Xiaoyao's feelings for us. If she loves us deeply, then she will still be our Xiaoyao. If not... well, let nature take its course."
Qiongqi and Dasheng remained silent; it was the first time they had ever seen Lingyun sigh.
A few strands of the Dao of Emotion flowed through Ling Yun's body, making his Dao of Emotion stronger than before.
"It's alright, we believe in Xiaoyao! She won't forget the brother who loved and doted on her the most!"
Qiongqi and the Great Sage patted Lingyun on the shoulder to comfort him.
Ling Yun laughed:
"Don't make this so serious. We haven't had a decent meal in three months. Let Abao cook."
...
Two months later, the ancient imperial city was completely transformed, filled with a strong Buddhist atmosphere.
Countless cultivators from various large, medium, and small worlds of the ancient civilization arrived and camped around the ancient imperial city.
In the central square of the ancient imperial city, a scene of a pilgrimage ceremony had already been set up, with portraits of Buddhist masters hanging on the main platform.
It looks extremely ironic.
Huang Ling'er stood side by side with the Yellow Emperor, looking down at the ancient imperial city.
“In one month, I will step down from my position as abbot of Jinshi Temple.”
Brother, you know what, being an abbot is actually quite good. Every day you help yourself and others, and alleviate the suffering of all beings.
Now I don't feel lost looking at those offerings of incense money anymore!
The Yellow Emperor shook his head and smiled, “Yes, we’ve had a very ordinary yet fulfilling year.”
I once thought about opening a temple to help all sentient beings.
As she spoke, she took Huang Ling'er's hand and said softly:
"After Xiao Yao has avenged herself, let's keep the Golden Lion Temple here and choose a cultivator with good Buddhist roots to help us save all sentient beings."
Huang Ling'er nodded, "Okay! Brother and I are truly on the same wavelength."
At this moment, in the inner courtyard.
Ling Yao finally mastered the final move of the Demon Sword Technique.
Having mastered the Demon Sword Dao, she completely merged with the primordial demonic energy.
Ling Yao's eighteenth birthday is in a month. On that day, she will fully awaken, and her memories and cultivation will be restored.
That day happened to be the day of the pilgrimage festival.
All coincidences are caused by cause and effect.
Fifteen hundred years ago, on the same day as the pilgrimage, Lin Muyao was surrounded and killed.
Fifteen hundred years later, at the same pilgrimage ceremony, Lin Muyao awakens from her rebirth and comes to seek revenge.
Ling Yun patted Ling Yao on the shoulder and said:
"Go into seclusion and spend a month adjusting your Dao heart!"
At this moment, everyone gathered in the inner courtyard, looking at Ling Yao.
Everyone knows that Ling Yao, who emerged from seclusion, has become Lin Muyao, and the Ling Yao they watched grow up may have disappeared forever.
Ling Yao knew all of this, of course. Her face was wet with tears, and her gaze swept across everyone's faces, as if she wanted to remember their appearance.
Finally, her gaze settled on Ling Yun. She walked up to him, threw herself into her brother's arms, and cried:
"elder brother!"
Ling Yao knew that when she left, she would return as Lin Muyao.
Everyone turned away, wiping their tears.
Ling Yun hugged his younger sister whom he had raised tightly, and looked up at the sky to stop his tears from falling.
"It's okay! It's okay! No matter whether you are Xiao Yao or Lin Mu Yao in the future, you will always be my sister."
Ling Yao nodded through her tears, and hugged Ling Xi, Ling Shan, A Bao, Shangguan Hong, Lin Moyu and her two sisters-in-law, as well as Qilin and the others.
Finally, he gave the little Pixiu Ling An a tight hug.
He turned and walked to the door of the seclusion room.
Ling Yao stopped in her tracks, turned around, and bowed deeply to everyone.
"Lin Muyao thanks everyone for raising her over the past fifteen years!"
After saying that, she wiped away her tears and went into the seclusion room.
The moment the heavy stone door closed, everyone felt as if they had been struck by a heavy blow, the pain making it hard to breathe.
Ling Yun spoke softly:
"I hope you'll still be Xiao Yao!"
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