When Chen Sheng saw him again, his heart skipped a beat. The old man before him no longer had the dignity of a Golden Elixir Master. His hair was dry and his eyes were dull, and he looked like a dying man.

"I can't hold on any longer."

Taoist Chongming's robe was a little loose on his body. He was hunched over and simply sat down, emitting fatigue and weakness from the inside out.

“Grandmaster…”

Chen Sheng shouted sincerely, knowing that the master's time was coming to an end, so he stopped talking nonsense and said, "But is there anything you want to tell me?"

Although he had only known Taoist Chongming for a short time, he admired the other's character.

"We must protect the Taoist tradition of Guangxiu Xianzong."

Taoist Chongming was extremely firm when he said this, and even though his eyes were dim, the fiery meaning he projected was moving.

"I'll hold on to it!"

Mr. Chen assured.

"After I pass away, don't make it public. Just place a tablet in the ancestral hall to prove that I have been here."

Hearing this answer, he felt relieved and a look of tranquility emerged on his face, but he also let go of his obsession, and the swaying life was quickly fading.

"Ancestor, the Guangxiu Immortal Sect will surely prosper like the sun."

Chen Sheng naturally understood that the reason why Taoist Chongming kept his death a secret was to give people the impression that he was still there. A sect with two immortals was as solid as a mountain, but the loss of one person led to many unexpected events, especially when the major immortals were secretly targeting Guangxiu, which was very unfavorable.

Chen Sheng felt uncomfortable with such a gesture, but he did not refuse it in the end. He just promised repeatedly that he would definitely protect the Guangxiu Immortal Sect and ensure its long-term prosperity.

"good……"

Taoist Chongming smiled with satisfaction, and passed away on the spot. In order to keep it secret, he dispersed his body, and a golden elixir rolled to the ground. When the wind blew, it turned into a ball of vital energy of heaven and earth, and then dissipated completely.

Mr. Chen was stunned for a moment, then came to his senses, remained silent, took a piece of sandalwood, carved words into a stele, and wrote "Chongming Taoist" on it.

…

Ancestral Hall.

There were tablets enshrined on the altar, and Mr. Chen placed them on the bottom layer according to the instructions of Chongming Patriarch.

From the bottom to the top, one row is a generation, there are dozens of layers, enshrining more than twenty people.

"My fellow ancestors, I, Chen Sheng, am responsible for carrying on the Dharma. I wish the Guangxiu Immortal Sect will prosper from generation to generation."

Mr. Chen brushed his sleeves, straightened his clothes, and respectfully lit a stick of incense to pay tribute to all the ancestors.

After doing all this, the Ancestral Hall suddenly became quiet. He looked around and found himself alone.

In this era, Guangxiu Xianzong has only one Jindan Zhenren, who will support the future of the Xianzong and move forward alone.

"If Ergou were here, we two brothers would join forces and defeat all enemies."

Mr. Chen thought of Chen Ergou. This brother had been in this position four hundred years ago. If he was stable and had not damaged his foundation, the two of them would be able to achieve great things if they joined forces.

But, this is just a false wish after all.

He felt that he was alone and unable to support the family, and was also shaken by the death of Taoist Chongming. The last bit of inspiration for the Yellow Spring Fairy Song finally manifested, and it was time for it to be born.

“Boom…”

Chen Sheng waved his hand, and the Patriarch Hall unleashed its power, spreading out lines that spread across the entire Yiyuan Peak.

The great formation revived, isolating the inner and outer worlds. From then on, no matter how big the movement was, it could not be sensed outside.

“Woo…”

Chen Sheng picked up a suona in his hand. It was tainted with a hint of golden elixir. It was no longer pitch black, but had an indescribable spirituality.

He raised his eyes slightly, as if he saw a series of passing figures. The traces of the past emerged in the lake of his heart. He thought of the tombstones that were once vivid old friends.

These people have disappeared now. The whole world is so vast and there is no one left who understands me anymore.

With this feeling of loneliness, he played the suona. It was not loud, but it was extremely heartbreaking. It felt like a long distance between heaven and earth. No matter how hard he chased, he could never reach it.

Only when the body and mind die can one be liberated and escape endless harm.

He performed it over and over again, with the sad rhythm of Tao lingering and brewing, and time passed by without him noticing, like flowing water.

Outside the Patriarch's Hall, the outer sect competition began and ended three times and lasted for a year.

Ten years later.

A piece of celestial music moves the world.

“Clatter…”

Yiyuan Peak is a dead object, but it is full of vitality, with lush vegetation, even Taoist patterns that contain spiritual energy, and some lustrous and spiritual stones.

At this moment, under the sound of the Yellow Spring Fairy Music, the color of the entire mountain dimmed a little, the grass and trees withered, and the rocks shed a layer of fine powder, which was truly earth-shaking.

"What? You're crying."

A high-level cultivator who was meditating in the cave had his mind sunk into obscurity. When he woke up, he found tears in the corners of his eyes for some reason. He touched his chest, feeling a little sad, even though nothing had happened.

"My heart feels empty, and I think of the past."

Some elderly people had rare dreams. In the dreams were relatives and old friends. Some of them had been forgotten, but their appearance became clear now.

They got up and sat on the bed, looking slightly dazed, indeed immersed in the past.

…

Jiangyue Ancient Road.

Qin Lin, bearing the name "Guangxiu Tianjiao", travels the world, honing his Taoism and magic, just to fight his way back to the Yuanliang Dynasty and change the world.

Of course, he still has deep feelings for the Guangxiu Immortal Sect. That senior gave him enough help.

"come out!"

Suddenly, he realized something was wrong, stopped, looked around, and shouted loudly, with the power to break evil.

"Very alert."

The void shook slightly, and a group of monks appeared from the woods. They were dressed differently and had strange auras. It was obvious that they were not from famous sects.

The leader was a middle-aged man called "Zhang Cheng", who, together with three fellow Taoists, gathered a group of cultivators, roaring all over the place with great ferocity.

"You are so brave that you even dare to touch me."

Qin Lin looked very calm. He had experienced many dangers over the years and was no longer the poor boy who had fled to the borderland. His state of mind and methods were all top-notch.

“Boom…”

In response to him, the ground shook, and a large formation rose into the air, covering the entire sky and isolating one side.

At the same time, the group of cultivators suddenly became more energetic and locked onto Qin Lin, giving him no chance to escape.

"A powerful dragon cannot defeat a local snake. We are well-known in this Jiangyue Ancient Road. If you know what's good for you, hand over the key to Gushan."

Zhang Cheng showed a look of confidence, a bit of greed, and fear of the Guangxiu Immortal Sect, so he gave Qin Lin a way out.

"The Lonely Mountain Key? What is that?"

Qin Lin didn't care about this group of opponents, but the so-called secret key made him stunned and unable to understand.

"The thing you found in Songyuan City half a day ago."

“Well.”

Qin Lin nodded thoughtfully and turned his hand over. On his palm lay a small bell, which was completely black, as if it was made of molten black iron from the mortal world. It was made with very poor craftsmanship and was extremely inconspicuous.

As Zhang Cheng said, he got this from a small vendor in Songyuan City half a day ago. He thought it was a little magical, so he brought it here.

Could this trouble be caused by the secret key of Lonely Mountain? It seems very reasonable.

However, for a group of people who were out to kill and rob treasures, their eyesight was simply too sharp to recognize the secret key to Lonely Mountain at once, and to have arranged for others in advance?

"Yes, he will be handed over to me. For the sake of Guangxiu Xianzong, I will not make things difficult for you."

There was no sign of anything wrong on Zhang Cheng's face. His eyes were shining with a warm light as he stared at the little bell, wishing he could snatch it away.

"Oh!"

Qin Lin laughed all his life, which was funny, but more of it was aloofness. His title of Guangxiu genius was not obtained by relying on his bloodline, but also through numerous tests, Chen Sheng’s nod, and his punches and kicks.

So, if he is threatened, will he give in?

"Bang"

Qin Lin rushed forward, but a cultivator who was at the Great Perfection of Qi Refining Realm and was blocking his way did not even touch him, but exploded immediately and turned into a ball of blood mist.

The air was covered with a thick layer of majesty that belonged only to a genius, which was spreading powerfully.

"Surround and kill him."

Zhang Cheng dared to intercept him halfway, and he was not at all weak. He moved his body, and his cultivation in the middle stage of the Foundation Establishment Realm burst out fiercely. He wielded a large halberd, which was quite domineering.

He was the first to charge out, slashing down with his halberd, the sky swaying, like a powerful torrent of steel running rampant.

Qin Lin threw a punch, and the void emitted a sound of drums, with a hint of a dragon's roar and a vast momentum, which almost broke the halberd into pieces.

"Some tricks."

Zhang Cheng originally thought that the genius of Guangxiu Immortal Sect would underestimate his enemy and be careless, and his bones would be broken by his halberd. However, the result was obviously not the case. The palm of his hand holding the magic weapon was cracked and blood oozed out.

"boom"

As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Lin rushed forward forcefully. He flipped his hand and a sword appeared, which he slashed down straight away. A cold light condensed from it, like an iceberg of snow, icy to the bone.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Zhang Cheng's three colleagues rushed to help. Each of them had a powerful aura, which intertwined and entangled to dissolve the cold sword intent.

"This person is a great enemy, and we must not let him get away."

Zhang Cheng's heart trembled. Qin Lin was fighting at the same level as him and had the advantage. Fortunately, he had a group of like-minded people and a large number of subordinates who could charge into battle and use their numbers to bully the weak.

“Boom…”

This makes so much sense.

Only when facing Qin Lin's power did he realize the weight of the title "prodigy". It was as heavy as a mountain. It was difficult for enemies of the same level to resist, so they had to gather their strength to kill him.

In an instant, Zhang Cheng, three cultivators in the middle stage of the Foundation Establishment Realm, and a group of Qi Refining Realm experts all burst out with extremely powerful attacks, flooding in from all directions with extreme ferocity.

If it were someone else, he would have already thought of death by now, but Qin Lin did not. The aura on his body became more and more vigorous, and the divine light in his eyes was bright, just like the movement of rivers, sun and moon.

He leaped up and waved his hands, revealing traces of various magic techniques, but none of them really took shape. Instead, all kinds of aura intertwined and entangled, turning into a big seal, suppressing the heaven and earth.

"Bang"

When Dao Yi Seal was cast, no one could explain its magic. It was like a rare treasure that was created before heaven and earth, possessing incredible power. It broke the gathering momentum and calmed the disturbance.

"What kind of magical power is this? It's too powerful."

Zhang Cheng's face was filled with shock. He had seen the unique skills of various major sects before, but this was the first time he had encountered something as powerful as the "Daoyi Seal".

In an instant, the attack that was powerful enough to kill a cultivator in the middle stage of the Foundation Establishment Realm was resolved.

"kill!"

The cultivators were all frightened, but Qin Lin's murderous intent did not diminish. Like a king beast showing its claws and fangs, he rolled up the aura in the sky and slapped it down with one hand, full of the charm of controlling fate.

"Bang"

A cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Stage was unable to resist, and his body collapsed like a broken jade pillar, covered with cracks.

"The Immortal Sect's background, do you want us to be inferior to it forever?"

Zhang Cheng screamed, with fear in his eyes, but more of ferocity, and a hint of arrogance, and said, "I don't believe it."

He didn't believe that as a fellow Foundation Establishment cultivator, Qin Lin was invincible while they were just losers.

"boom"

The energy in Zhang Cheng's body was like a burning flame, spreading through his body inch by inch, as if covered with a layer of blood armor.

He strode forward like an Asura from hell, sweeping his halberd across, exuding a vigorous intent to tear and crush the people in front of him.

Qin Lin had an indifferent expression, and he formed a seal with his hands. A cold light emanated from his body, making him like a young god, judging the enemies who had offended his divine power.

"puff"

As the Dao Yi seal fell, Zhang Cheng was defeated. The halberd in his hand fell out of his hand, his tall body staggered, and most of his chest was sunken. His life was gone.

He wanted to say something, but as soon as he moved his mouth, he lost consciousness and fell on the battlefield.

At the same time, the gang of thieves on Jiangyue Ancient Road immediately scattered like birds and beasts, feeling hesitant and afraid that if they ran too slowly, they would be caught.

The fact is, these people all failed.

Qin Lin knew the principle of killing all the bandits, so he directly seized control of the formation here and blocked off all sides, making it impossible for the bandits to escape and forcing them to fight to the death.

Finally, the formation dissipated and he walked out. Behind him was a field of corpses and the ground was bright red with blood.

Qin Lin did not take this battle seriously. Since his debut, he has had many amazing achievements, and his main opponents are the geniuses and elders from the major immortal sects.

only……

A quarter of an hour later.

Qin Lin stopped and took a look at the Jiangyue Ancient Road. The vague feeling of being spied on still did not dissipate.

"Still wrong?"

He felt strange and uneasy, and secretly placed his hand on the secret key of Lonely Mountain, as if he was receiving some inexplicable guidance.

Coming from the Yuanliang Dynasty, he knew that the people who sat high up in the clouds were extremely terrifying in their planning and moves, and could often eliminate hidden dangers silently.

Is this secret key of Lonely Mountain guiding him, the chess piece, forward?

Originally, he wanted to continue to gain experience along the way, but at this time he changed his mind and rushed back to Guangxiu Xianzong.

He suddenly changed the route, and what he feared most was that someone would interfere, but until he returned to the heart of the mountain gate, everything was still calm.

This made him even more confused.

"Has the Grandmaster not come out of retreat yet?"

No matter what, Qin Lin stopped making random guesses. He came to Yiyuan Peak with ceremonial guards, wanting to ask the ancestor for advice.

However, on Yiyuan Peak, the clouds were thick and foggy, separating the inside from the outside, and it seemed that there was no way out.

(End of this chapter)