Chapter 395: He is given the jade robe and holds the heavy sword. From now on he becomes the new headmaster! The towering soul body, like a decaying mountain, gradually began to show cracks. The anger and resentment accumulated in the old man's body began to spring up like bamboo shoots after a rain, constantly transforming into gray-brown Qi mist and dissipating. He felt much more relaxed as he breathed."One thousand two hundred years is a long time indeed. It shows the change of families and the rise and fall of dynasties." "I admire the vision and courage of you seniors." Jiang Mo expressed his feelings. All the successive leaders of the sect did not take the last step, just to pave the way for future generations. Being able to achieve such a degree, compared with the ancient ancestor of Luowuyuan and the first king of Nasen, it can be seen that you are as loyal as before, and have never treated your disciples as chess pieces to be discarded at will. Instead, you are willing to turn into candlelight to light up the night journey of seeking the truth ahead. Perhaps realizing that time was running out, the elder from the ancestral temple once again instructed on important matters. "That sect master's token could control the opening and closing of the secret realm at will. I was afraid they would make a comeback, so I simply destroyed it and gave up my position as the master of the secret realm, causing this world to decline." "Now, my friend, if you want to inherit the throne, you must sacrifice this secret realm again, perform a feat of creating the world, and mobilize billions of spiritual energy buried underground to revive." Jiang Mo nodded in understanding, and then asked, "Senior, didn't you find the traitor back then?" "That evil creature didn't inherit my true teachings. He was quite capable. After his army failed in the attack, he fled immediately. His whereabouts are unknown. He should have been hiding in a sect. It's a pity that I was unable to dig him out and cut him into pieces." The old man from the ancestral temple said with a little regret that with his cultivation in his previous life, even if he was a 6th level Xuanming possessed by a demon, it would be easy for him to kill a 4th level Xuanming disciple. Unfortunately, fate played tricks on him and he did not have such an opportunity.
"After 1,700 years, he may have turned into dust, or he may still be alive. If we meet again someday, I beg you to help me get this debt back." "Okay, I will do my best." Jiang Mo agreed without hesitation. He would attack the six sects one by one sooner or later. No matter whether the old ghost was alive or not, he would just wipe them out at once. "How wonderful! How happy! The heavens of this world will not let me down in the end." The old man looked up and sighed, letting out a series of sad bitter laughs. After a few breaths, his laughter gradually stopped, and his eyes fell on Jiang Mo, examining him seriously. He paused for a moment, recalling the details deep in his memory, just like when his master passed on the position of headmaster to him, and asked solemnly: "Younger Jiang Mo, are you willing to inherit my position and become the seventh headmaster of our Sanyi Sect? We can then merge the two sects within the country and outside the world, revive the past glory, and create the future?" "Disciple, I am willing!" Jiang Mo answered in a resounding voice. "Okay, from today on, I will appoint you as the new headmaster. Trinity is in your hands." The old man smiled in relief, as if he had put aside the heavy responsibility of thousands of years. He waved his hand and a hole in the depths of the ruins cracked open with a dazzling blazing light. It was so vast that it expanded in an instant to cover the sky and the sun. It was actually a frost-white Taoist robe with golden patterns on it that looked like flowing jade, sacred and flawless. "This is the Frost Jade Immortal Cloth unique to the headmaster of Sanyi. The one I had back then was destroyed in the war, and this one is for the next headmaster. The nine elders in the sect collected many spiritual objects from heaven and earth and wove it according to the ancient method of the second generation ancestor. It contains twelve magical powers, which can help you be free from constraints in the human world and manifest miracles." After Jiang Mo's Dharma image put on the frosty white Taoist robe, his figure and appearance instantly became blurred between heaven and earth. Even Zhuge Yu and Chang Qing, who were standing close by, could no longer see the true face of their uncle. They only felt that the figure standing on the earth had completely transformed into an immortal. The ethereal and eternal aura was unsurpassed and could not be imitated, as if it was the only one in this world. As the wearer, Jiang Mo could clearly feel that his cultivation and strength had been increased by several times, soaring to an unprecedented height again, and he could even vaguely glimpse the bottleneck of the 7th level of Xuanming. More importantly, this Taoist robe is not only worn on the body, but seems to be firmly locked to the soul, resisting all invasions from the outside world. It has endless uses. “Very similar!” "I was so high-spirited back then." The old man from the ancestral temple looked at Jiang Mo with satisfaction, feeling happy and revealing a sense of recognition. "There is one more thing I will give you. If you attack the six sects in the future, you will not be able to do it without a suitable weapon. The difference of one weapon is like the difference of one rank. Whatever they have, you must also have."
After saying this, the old man from the ancestral temple formed seals with his hands and chanted an ancient saying, which resonated with the entire secret realm, as if he was summoning weapons. The earth shook violently, opening up an abyss, and the fluctuations of his spiritual consciousness echoed in the void, transmitting into the brains of Jiang Mo, Chang Qing, and Zhuge Yu. "The life instruments of the past masters were buried with them after they passed away, but I don't have any." "Sword coming——!" With a loud shout that resounded through the sky, the abyss was filled with blood and suddenly there was a continuous roar of a dragon. The old man from the ancestral temple manipulated the technique with just one hand and summoned a heavy sword that was a hundred feet high from the ground. The sword was dark black in color and covered with dust. Although it had no sharp edges, the murderous aura it released roared between heaven and earth like a raging sea. The terrifying heaviness made the entire vast land seem to sink. "Then that's Senior's sword?!" Zhuge Yu was stunned with astonishment. It was the first time he had seen such a huge weapon, hundreds of meters long and of unknown weight. A sweep of the sword was like swinging a mountain range to smash people. Is there any monster with flesh and blood in this world that can withstand it? "Incredible! This is so magnificent, it can be called a miracle." Chang Qing's face was filled with shock. It was not until today, when he came to the ruins of the ancestral temple, that he realized that his past vision was as narrow as a frog in a well. "What a good sword." Jiang Mo subconsciously admired it at the first sight. The power displayed by the heavy sword was infinitely close to his imagination. "Wuliangjun, my natal sword, can only be mastered by those at the 6th level of Xuanming. It can be transformed at will, and is heavier than three thousand-meter mountains." "The year after the sword was completed, a dragon ravaged the East China Sea, killing all living things. I killed it with one sword. After bathing in the dragon's blood, it became even tougher. In terms of strength alone, it is several times stronger than my own body." When introducing the origin of the heavy sword, the old man's soul reached out and gripped the hilt tightly, with wisps of blue light emerging. The next moment, a stream of Qi dropped like a waterfall and penetrated the sword, bathing it and cleansing it, erasing all traces of refining. "Young man, I will give it to you. I hope you can overcome all difficulties and forge ahead with determination." "Yes, I will never let you down." Jiang Mo knelt on one knee and took the sword in both hands. The succession ceremony of the headmaster was completely completed. The old man's soul became thinner and thinner, his obsession was fulfilled, and he gradually began to disintegrate. "The sect was looted, and there aren't many treasures left. But there are still some, sealed underground. Now that you are the headmaster, you are qualified to use them." "The path I took was wrong, so don't make the same mistake again." The old man sighed heavily, and stroked Jiang Mo's head with his old big hand, giving him earnest advice, as if he had more things to say. It was as if he was worried that he would repeat the tragedy, but also as if he was confident in his decision. It seemed particularly contradictory. "Finally, my memories include the secret realm's rituals and my insights into cultivation. This is my third gift to you. I'll trouble you to help the people in the sect to be liberated." The words fell without waiting for Jiang Mo to respond. He raised his head slightly and saw the old man's arm disappearing rapidly. His whole body seemed to be transparent. His power was fleeting. Only a ball of light blue memory remained, which flowed into his brows and presented everything that had happened in the past. The strongest Trinity master in history - Mingyao Shangzun, entered the third level at the age of twenty-seven, and the second level of Xuanming at the age of forty. His talent was overwhelming, and in the distant years, when dozens of secret realms emerged, he was one of the most undisputed geniuses. At the age of sixty, he reached the third level of Xuanming and took over the position of elder. At the age of one hundred, he reached the fifth level of Xuanming and became the headmaster. At the age of two hundred, under his leadership, the Trinity Sect reached its peak of glory. All seven disciples had reached the 4th level of Xuanming, and more than half of the nine elders had reached the 5th level of Xuanming. He was even more ambitious, and wanted to reach the 7th level of Xuanming. If he succeeded, he would have been the strongest of that era. However, something unexpected happened.
In the battle to protect the sect one thousand seven hundred years ago, despite the disadvantage of interference from his inner demons, he faced off alone against the six sect leaders and a dozen elders. With his magical powers and heavy sword, he killed the heads of Jile Palace, Zaohua Sect, and Jiuchong Mountain, forcing the enemy to flee. He then broke into the three secret realms and challenged the formations of various sects, causing the sky to collapse and the earth to crack, resulting in countless casualties, leaving an indelible shadow on Taiqing Palace, Jile Palace, and Jiuchong Mountain. Afterwards, his body shattered, but his soul remained, guarding the sect's ruins for one thousand seven hundred years. Even though he had lost control of the secret realm, he still shocked Jiuzhou. The strong men from the Six Sects and other secret realms were always unsure whether the master had died, and never dared to take a single step back to explore the Trinity Secret Realm. A few hours later, Jiang Mo, who had finished reading the memory, went through the old man's life from an immersive perspective, learned about many past events, obtained the locations of the six sects, and recognized their killer moves and methods in advance. "Wow" The law of heaven and earth dissipated, Jiang Mo put the heavy sword into the kingdom of heaven, looking at the sect in the dead ruins, a feeling of loneliness arose from the bottom of his heart. "Uncle Master, are these seniors going to help them get rid of it?" Zhuge Yu held a cluster of Samadhi Fire in his hand and asked for instructions. "I come." Jiang Mo spoke softly, his eyes slightly closed, a strange yet familiar scripture emerged in his mind, he chanted a mantra, golden light appeared on his body, invisible power spread to the surroundings, one after another the resentful souls dissipated like bursting bubbles. He walked on foot, praying for the souls of the dead, and half an hour later, he sent the last soul to reincarnation. At this point, the resentful and evil spirit of the huge sect disappeared, and the cold and biting atmosphere was no longer there. Even the turbid air had subtle changes, slowly warming up. On the fragmented surface, only three white figures remained, symbolizing the beginning of a new life. "Zhuge, Changqing." Jiang Mo called softly. "Disciple is here." The two answered at the same time. "I'll leave the cleaning of the ruins, touring the secret realm, managing the Qi Bureau, and modifying the Feng Shui to you. I need to re-refine the secret realm, open up the world again, and revive vitality. It will take a very long time." Jiang Mo stood with his hands behind his back, looking forward. He had foreseen the rebirth of a spiritual realm, and he could then move the sect here to pass on his legacy. He also needed to refine this secret realm before he would have the right to enter and exit freely, otherwise it would be a long way off. "Okay, don't worry, we will take care of it." Chang Qing and Zhuge Yu patted their chests and made assurances, full of energy, as if they had undertaken some kind of mission. (End of this chapter)