In this world, the Daode Immortal Sect is a major force.
“Do you still want to kill Jun Dongjin?”
Mu Qingliu glanced at Mu Mengting and asked.
“No.”
“Sect Master, I can swear that I will not lay a hand on Jun Dongjin.”
Mu Mengting said without hesitation.
As long as he could become an Ancient Saint of Refine Void and become the leader of the Immortal Sect.
What would Jun Dongjin count for then?
At this moment, Mu Mengting had vaguely understood the ‘mentality’ that Mu Qingliu had mentioned.
Even Jun Dongjin, whom he once regarded as a major threat, would eventually serve him and guard the great business of the Immortal Sect for him.
In such a situation, Mu Mengting would rather see more talents like Jun Dongjin emerge, why kill them?
“Wuji is Jun Dongjin’s younger son, lacking the Spirit Root, and seldom leaves the Cloud Mist Blessed Land, posing no threat to you…”
Mu Qingliu once again spoke.
“Sect Master.”
“You underestimate me too much.”
“How could I, Mu Mengting, lay a hand on Wuji?”
Mu Mengting said immediately with a serious expression.
And that was indeed the truth.
Over the years.
Mu Mengting had regarded Jun Dongjin, even Mu Lian’er, Jun Xiaoyao, and Jun Zhilan, as threats.
He was wary even of the younger generation.
But he had never regarded Wuji as a threat.
A cripple without even a Spirit Root, what is there to be wary of?
That’s why Mu Mengting had never made any moves against Cloud Mist Blessed Land.
Because it simply wasn’t necessary.
“That’s good then.”
“Wuji is also pitiful.”
Mu Qingliu nodded.
After all, he was Wuji’s maternal grandfather. fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓
Knowing that Wuji had no Spirit Root since childhood, although no one dared to bully him, he was extremely sensitive inside, otherwise, why would a normal person hide in the Cloud Mist Blessed Land and hardly ever come out in decades?
“As long as Wuji is there, the Cloud Mist Blessed Land is his, and no one can touch it.”
Upon hearing the implications from Mu Qingliu, Mu Mengting immediately assured.
“Since that is so…”
Mu Qingliu nodded slightly, “Come with me, I will show you the biggest secret of our Daode Immortal Sect…”
The buffer zone between the Barbarian Wilderness and Central Earth, that mysterious Refine Void body cultivator.
And recently, that mysterious Ancient Saint, who emanated the Power of Taiyin and whose power was at the Hollow Void Peak…
These two seemingly out-of-nowhere Ancient Saints of Refine Void added another layer of pressure on Mu Qingliu’s heart.
The pressure here.
It’s not about the Daode Immortal Sect facing the risk of collapse or anything of that sort.
But rather, he was worried that these Ancient Saints, together with those three old fellows, might stir up another great war in the Central Divine Continent.
Indeed, no matter the scale of the great war, it would not affect the rule of the Daode Immortal Sect, relying on Mount Morality Immortal and the Taihao Immortal Mirror, the Sect was as solid as a rock.
But it was annoying.
Just as if there were originally only three flies flying around, and now a few more appeared.
And battles at the Ancient Saint level could easily fracture the Central Divine Continent, which the Daode Immortal Sect had long considered as their own dominion.
Therefore…
The Daode Immortal Sect must soon have a second Ancient Saint of Refine Void.
Two Ancient Saints of Refine Void, one stationed in Mount Morality Immortal.
One holding the Taihao Immortal Realm, stepping out of the Immortal Mountain, to sweep away any potential enemies.
…
Vast Cliff Mountain.
Jun Dongjin, Mu Lian’er, Jun Xiaoyao, and Jun Zhilan were gathered in a cave dwelling.
“We might not be able to return any time soon…”
Jun Dongjin sighed.
He had come to realize that the Sect Master’s decision to transfer him away from Mount Morality Immortal was to pave the way for Mu Mengting.
That is to say, the future leader of the Daode Immortal Sect, the Ancient Saint, had already been decided.
It would be Mu Mengting.
The future of Jun Dongjin now needed to be determined by Mu Mengting.
“Father…”
Mu Lian’er looked dejected.
Mu Qingliu had ultimately chosen someone from the Mu family to be the Sect Master.
This decision was somewhat expected, for even beings as elevated as the Ancient Saint of Refine Void cannot be utterly impartial, having human emotions.
Abandoning Jun Dongjin to choose Mu Mengting.
It was not a strange occurrence.
“It’s good that Wuji did not come with us to endure these hardships.”
Jun Zhilan spoke softly.
Cloud Mist Blessed Land had the effect of extending life.
Wuji did not possess a Spirit Root, and Body Cultivation did not substantially increase lifespan.
So, staying in Cloud Mist Blessed Land, Wuji could easily live for a few hundred years.
If he were to consume any life-extending elixirs, perhaps he could live for a millennium.
But if he had left Cloud Mist Blessed Land and come to this Vast Cliff Mountain with them,
his lifespan would definitely be sharply reduced, dropping to that of an ordinary person.
…
Time slowly passed.
In the blink of an eye, a hundred years had passed.
Over these hundred years, the situation in Central Divine Continent gradually became unstable.
Blood Demon Sea, Demon Saint’s Nest, and Nether Palace conspired in secret, desiring to incite another great war in Central Divine Continent.
The only disappointment for the Blood Demon Sea, Demon Saint’s Nest, and Nether Palace was the two mysterious Ancient Saints who had once appeared.
One was an Ancient Saint of Body Cultivation.
The other was an Ancient Saint of the Power of Taiyin.
They had not shown themselves again.
If they could ally with these two Ancient Saints,
their chances of inciting a great war in Central Divine Continent would greatly increase.
…
Cloud Mist Blessed Land.
Cultivation chamber.
“Finally…”
Lin Yuan was seated cross-legged, a smile appearing on his face.
Over a hundred years, Lin Yuan, apart from routinely practicing Enlightenment,
had been attempting to thoroughly understand the essential nature of that Physical Body Divine Ability—Blood Rebirth.
This Physical Body Divine Ability was extremely complex and involved many aspects, and even though Lin Yuan possessed Against-Heaven’s Understanding,
it had taken him a hundred years to barely grasp it.
“With this, even if I return to the Main World, I can use this Divine Skill…”
Lin Yuan’s mind was pleased.
Blood Rebirth had miraculous effects for preserving life, and naturally, the more such methods, the better.
“It’s just a pity that this Divine Skill cannot be widely disseminated; it will operate differently according to each individual’s body constitution.”
“I spent a hundred years, using my Main World physical body as a template, and the ‘Blood Rebirth’ techniques that I’ve comprehended can only be applied to the physical bodies in the Main World…”