Standing on the river of time, Qin Luo saw the figure of the Imperial Preceptor on Luoxia Peak. "The Imperial Preceptor actually came to Longhu Temple."
On a starlit night, the mountain path of Luoxia Peak was overgrown with weeds. The Imperial Preceptor, dressed in a black robe, climbed the steps, and the weeds spread out to the sides, revealing the ancient bluestone path.
"Dragon and Tiger Temple".
The Imperial Advisor looked at the dilapidated plaque.
Creak.
The door, sealed for many years, was pushed open.
The Imperial Advisor looked at the bronze cauldron in front of the hall and said, "Master is really biased, giving you so many good things."
In the dimly lit hall, candlelight flickered on the candlesticks. The Imperial Preceptor looked at the portrait hanging high above and bowed, saying, "Disciple Shanting greets Master."
A figure radiating celestial aura emerged from the portrait. The Dao Ancestor appeared before the Imperial Preceptor, rolled his eyes, and said, "In front of your master, you still use a false name?"
The Imperial Advisor smiled and said, "Master, a single misstep can lead to total defeat. This disciple must be extremely cautious."
How did you know your master was here?
“When Master confronted the Heavenly Dao, the Heavenly Dao said that you had been to the lower reaches of the River of Time. I then deduced that you might be here, since your favorite disciple is here.”
The Dao Ancestor glared at the National Preceptor, "I treat you all equally and will not show favoritism."
The Imperial Advisor chuckled and joked, "Master, don't be in a hurry, I was just speaking off the cuff."
"What business do you have with me?"
"Master, you should be able to sense that the power of the Heavenly Dao is reviving. Your disciple needs your help."
The Dao Ancestor shook his head and sighed softly, "Although I was able to come to the lower reaches of the River of Time, I am also limited by the Great Dao and cannot help you fight against the Heavenly Dao."
"Master, your disciple needs your Dao Fruit."
"Only by giving everything in the battle against Heaven can one have a chance. As your master, I am destined to die and my Dao will vanish without leaving behind any Dao fruit."
The Imperial Advisor continued, "Master, you only need to leave behind a wisp of your soul, and I will be able to revive you."
With his hands behind his back and a smile on his face, the Dao Ancestor said softly, "There is no need to resurrect your master. You should leave the opportunity to resurrect to others who need it."
"You want me to revive my senior brother?"
"You should know about the Purple Emperor. She is the reincarnation of an ancient deity and has the potential to become the ruler of the Three Realms."
"Master, there are many immortal cultivators in the world who are reincarnations of gods. Why did you choose the Purple Emperor?"
The Dao Ancestor's eyes held a smile. "Most reincarnated gods are gifted, but as they cultivate, their divinity erodes their humanity. But she did not."
The Imperial Preceptor respectfully replied, "This disciple understands."
The Daoist Master stared at the National Preceptor and said, "You use any means necessary to achieve your goals, which I dislike very much."
“Master, you are right.”
The Imperial Preceptor bowed respectfully and slowly retreated. In the river of time, Qin Luo watched the Imperial Preceptor head towards the Chaos Sea, and his consciousness appeared at the Dragon Tiger Temple.
Qin Luo never expected to see the Dao Ancestor again. His eyes were filled with gratitude. "Senior Dao Ancestor, you appeared here to attract the attention of the Heavenly Dao for this junior, right?"
In the empty hall, the candles went out one by one. The Dao Ancestor looked at the ferocious portrait on the high place and said kindly, "While helping you attract the Heavenly Dao, also take a look at my unfortunate disciple."
"I see."
Qin Luo asked respectfully, "Senior Dao Ancestor, do you have any regrets?"
"No."
The Daoist Master smiled and shook his head, "I do what I love every day, and I live a very carefree life without any regrets. You should also live without any regrets."
"Senior Dao Ancestor, is there anything I can do for you?"
"Just live well, that's enough."
The Dao Ancestor had sacrificed a great deal for them, and Qin Luo originally wanted to do what he could for him. Upon hearing this, Qin Luo nodded heavily, for the Dao Ancestor's understanding far surpassed his own.
You should go back soon.
"Um."
Qin Luo bowed respectfully.
After leaving Longhu Temple, Qin Luo's consciousness returned to the river of time. He walked downstream, where it was only a few decades away from the time when he had traveled back in time and woken up.
As the scenes in the river of time became clearer, Qin Luo was able to see more and more. He kept an eye on the capital of the Great Xia Kingdom, wanting to know the Grand Preceptor's movements. He had not seen the Grand Preceptor since he went to the Chaos Sea.
"How mysterious!"
Even now, Qin Luo still doesn't believe the Imperial Advisor is dead; he always feels that the Imperial Advisor is plotting something in the dark.
...
What's your name?
"My name is Zhang Lin, the 'Lin' in 'ruling the world'!"
"Da Xia Academy," a young man dressed in white shouted.
"Are you out of your mind?"
Inside the academy, the old man in charge of registering the new students trembled in fright and said sternly, "Words can be dangerous. Didn't your parents teach you that?"
His parents died long ago.
A group of boys of similar age were laughing loudly nearby.
Zhang Lin clenched his fist in anger and punched the boy next to him. The boy was prepared and kicked Zhang Lin away. Deafening laughter rang out all around.
"You're so useless!"
"If it weren't for the Zhang family, what right would he have to come to the Great Xia Academy? It's ridiculous."
“Mr. Gu, you saw it yourself. Zhang Lin made the first move. I did not violate any of the academy’s rules.”
"Haha, that's right."
Faced with everyone's ridicule, Zhang Lin clenched his fists and could only slink away from the academy.
evening.
Zhang's backyard.
Zhang Lin squatted in the yard playing with the crickets, "Black General, where do you think you're going to run to?"
Zhang Lin had no friends in the capital and usually preferred to stay at home playing with crickets.
A fragrant aroma wafted into the courtyard. Zhang Lin looked up, following the scent, and saw his white-haired grandmother carrying a bowl of noodles into the yard. "Grandma!"
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