The Fourth Ancestor had been waiting like this, and another five hundred years had passed, yet there was still no sign of Lu Changsheng and his disciple.
Suddenly, the Fourth Ancestor’s brow furrowed.
Into the remote village where he had been hiding, two middle-aged men walked in.
To keep an eye on Lu Changsheng and his disciple, the Fourth Ancestor had lived in this village for thousands of years, constantly changing his identity to avoid drawing attention.
These two newcomers gave him a dangerous feeling.
One of the middle-aged men noticed the Fourth Ancestor of the Ancient Helian Clan and was about to take action when the other man stopped him with a glance.
“They both carry a trace of Demonic Qi… Could it be that they are not Human Race cultivators?”
The Fourth Ancestor was not one to fear trouble, and with his cultivation level, it would not be easy for the opponents to kill him.
“I wonder why they have come here? Is there another power intending to provoke the Mount Taihua Sacred Land? What magic does the Sacred Land actually possess?”
The Fourth Ancestor seriously suspected that these two Demon Race men had come to the village at the foot of Mount Tai Hua for the Sacred Land, or even for Lu Changsheng.
After all, that youngster always loved meddling in others’ affairs.
The two Demon Race men didn’t make a move, and the Fourth Ancestor wouldn’t stir up trouble on his own initiative.
These great experts have all lived through countless ages, each more steady and careful than the last; without conflicting interests, they would not turn to life-and-death struggles.
In the back mountain of Mount Tai Hua, Lu Changsheng was following the Ancient Ancestor to cultivate the “Ziwei Celestial Flame True Art,” drawing down the Tianhuo from the void of Ziwei Ancient Star.
Lu Changsheng had already cultivated the “Ziwei Celestial Flame True Art” to the eighth layer. Such talent made even the Ancient Ancestor marvel.
Perhaps even the comprehension of his sister, the Mount Tai Hua Goddess, was no match for this junior.
Lu Changsheng was just one step away from the final layer for the “Ziwei Celestial Flame True Art” to reach Great Perfection.
The “Ziwei Celestial Flame True Art” is an ultimate inner cultivation technique created by the Mount Tai Hua Goddess, capable of summoning the star-flame of the Ziwei Ancient Star. Once it reaches Great Perfection, it would greatly enhance Lu Changsheng’s abilities.
However, the ninth layer of the technique is more difficult than all the previous eight layers combined.
So far within the Mount Taihua Sacred Land, the only known masters of the ninth layer technique are the Ancient Ancestor and the Elder Ancestor of Lin Clan.
“Ancestor, I always feel that this technique is somewhat incomplete. Could it be that the art left by the Goddess is not entire?”
Lu Changsheng, who had received the ninth layer’s mnemonic verse, always felt that it wasn’t the complete “Ziwei Celestial Flame True Art.”
The Mount Taihua Goddess, peerless in her time, had comprehended a second great path after her defeat to the chief disciple Yun Qianyue of the Heavenly Sect. She once held a Divine Umbrella and, by her own strength, withstood the World-Ending Black Dragon.
The ultimate cultivation techniques she created should not end there.
“Your comprehension is indeed excellent. Having seen the ninth layer’s mnemonic verse just once, you have realized it is not my sister’s complete technique. To prevent her major ultimate studies from spreading, she taught most of them only to me. Unless someone in the Sacred Land cultivates these ultimate studies to Great Perfection, I would then decide, based on their character, whether or not to impart the subsequent techniques.” “
The elderly woman appreciated Lu Changsheng even more for seeing through the ninth layer of the “Ziwei Celestial Flame True Art.”
Throughout the generations, the Mount Taihua Sacred Land has seen many geniuses, such as the Elder Ancestor of Lin Clan, Jiang Family Ancestor, Lin Xuantong, and even Lin Beichen. Most believe that the nine-layer Ziwei Celestial Flame True Art and the Five Realms Sword Domain, considered by the Sacred Land as Sect-Defending Skills, are the strongest techniques left by the Mount Tai Hua Goddess.
Only a handful of geniuses could sense that both the nine-layer Ziwei Celestial Flame True Art and the One Sword Across Ages’s Five Realms Sword Domain seem slightly lacking.
“Is the Venerable Goddess not concerned that, should something happen to her, these techniques might be lost?”
“The prospect of the Human Race lies in the emergence of heroes. Even if my sister’s techniques were wholly lost, others would create their own. My sister often said, ‘Beyond man there are men, beyond the heavens there are skies’; her legacy is not much to speak of.”
“May I ask the Venerable Ancestor, since the establishment of the Sacred Land, has anyone learned the tenth layer of the ‘Ziwei Celestial Flame True Art’?”
“Let me think, one, two, three…”
The old crone seriously counted on her fingers, as if recalling the disciples she had taught.
Sss…
A storm of amazement surged in Lu Changsheng’s heart.
From the old crone’s words, it seemed that the number of geniuses in the Mount Taihua Sacred Land who had learned the tenth layer of “Ziwei Celestial Flame True Art” was no less than the count of her fingers!
To think that even the Elder Ancestor of Lin Clan had only reached the ninth layer, and the old crone hadn’t taught him the tenth layer yet, preferring to cultivate Lu Changsheng first.
And throughout history, there were others who had learned the tenth layer’s mnemonic verse from the old crone.
In other words, the foundation of the Mount Taihua Sacred Land might be even deeper than Lu Changsheng had imagined.
As expected, these Sacred Lands are not simple at all.
If they didn’t have some substance, it would be difficult for them to be considered a top-tier power of the Immortal Realm.
“Then where are these former disciples who have learned the tenth layer mnemonic verse from the Venerable Ancestor? The lifespan of Divine King Realm experts is limited to two or three hundred million years at most. With their talent, they must have become immortal by now.”
“Several of them have fallen, and some others… Hm?” the old woman suddenly frowned, “Two more troublesome characters have arrived at the base of the mountain. Could it be trouble you’ve stirred up again?” “
“During this period, I have not descended the mountain, and I generally try not to provoke others, so it should not be enemies that I have invited.”
Lu Changsheng looked innocent, causing the corner of the old woman’s eye to twitch.
A trip down the mountain by Lu Changsheng had caused such a stir, even capturing the daughter of the Hallucinatory Dark Demon Venerable on Mount Tai Hua; how could he not be one to court trouble?
“I originally thought that the trouble at the base of the mountain was a single issue, so I chose not to intervene and let it resolve itself. Now that two more nuisances have arrived, it seems I must meet with them to make them think better of it. You will accompany me down the mountain.”
