Steadily becoming a saint, the immortal officials hired me to tend the horses

True Immortal Inheritance?

Gu An guessed it was very likely to be true. He thought about the inheritance that Lv Xian gave him, which included the inheritance of the Celestial Dao Immortal Position.

And the ultimate extreme in one’s life was also due to the refusal of the position among the Immortal Gods, which led to the demise of one’s body and the extinguishment of their path.

Is the Theory of Heaven influenced by the meddling of Immortal Gods?

Even reaching the Dao Fruit Realm, it is hard to catch a glimpse of an Immortal God. They are ethereal, and seldom are there rumors of them in the cosmos.

Blood Prison Great Saint and An Xin began discussing the Theory of Heaven and the True Immortal Inheritance; for cultivators, the Immortal Gods possessed an irresistible allure.

Isn’t the purpose of Immortal Cultivation to Ascend to Immortality?

Once, it was believed that the Immortal Dynasty was the ultimate goal, but later it was discovered that they were merely beings who had reached the Immortal Dao Realm.

The true Immortal Gods are beyond imagination.

Gu An was also curious about the nature of the force to which the Immortal Gods belonged – what immense entity was it?

However, he didn’t intend to delve into the True Immortal Inheritance for the time being. If he touched upon cause and effect, even if he refused to Ascend to Immortality, he would encounter endless troubles.

This news had already spread to the Supreme Sect, causing a stir that could be imagined throughout the world.

“There’s going to be more blood and carnage.”

Gu An silently thought, having an authentic copy of the Theory of Heaven in his hands, which made him somewhat anticipate what the future held.

Not everything was he inclined to deduce; he now preferred to keep some mysteries for the future, for even with his intervention, new variables would arise.

Jiang Shi and An Shengtian practiced against each other for a while until Gu An called a halt.

Master and disciple approached Gu An, and after briefly pointing out a few things, he departed.

Although Jiang Shi possessed extraordinary talents in perceiving fate, it didn’t mean Gu An had to cultivate him. With many geniuses by Gu An’s side, if everyone were to be given key development, how could one enjoy life?

On the way back, An Xin inquired about Gu An’s opinion on the True Immortal Inheritance; Gu An said that to discern the true from the false, one must experience it firsthand.

Blood Prison Great Saint wondered whether his master might be a True Immortal descended to the human realm.

To this day, no one knew of the master’s origin.

Blood Prison Great Saint gazed at Gu An’s retreating figure with eyes full of reverence and anticipation.

Whether this life would achieve the Dao rested on just how strong the master was!

Gu An heard the thoughts of Blood Prison Great Saint and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

…

A hundred years passed in a flash.

Chen Luo, with his white hair, stood on a cliff, gazing at the continuous mountains ahead. Above, there were more cultivators flying back and forth than birds, most of them heading in the same direction.

“Supreme Sect…”

Chen Luo’s face, aged with time, showed a nervous yet hopeful expression; after so many years, he had finally arrived at the Supreme Sect.

From the Sacred Domain to the Supreme Sect, it took him over a hundred years, with quite a few benefactors helping him along the way; otherwise, he would have perished en route.

A century of tempering had made him more composed, devoid of his previous impetuosity.

“The Supreme Sect, the leading sect of the Tai Cang Continent, is also the pillar of this pure land in the Human World. It is said that the Supreme Sect harbors Immortals, who once saved all living beings. Some call him the Supporting Dao Sword Venerable, others the Hidden Sage. Regardless of how one imagines him, it is undeniable that his existence has indeed brought peace to all living beings.”

A voice came from behind Chen Luo; he saw a Cyan-robed Daoist holding a horsetail whisk approaching. The Daoist appeared to be in his forties, his beard fluttering in the wind, with a small crane perched on his right shoulder.

Chen Luo turned his head to see him approaching and asked, “Senior, now that we have arrived at the Supreme Sect, can you tell me why you have come?”

Without this senior’s help, he feared it would take tens or even hundreds of years more to reach the Tai Cang Continent.

The Cyan-robed Daoist looked into the distance and said, “I am here seeking the hope that will end an era of turmoil.”

“Are you speaking of the Supporting Dao Sword Venerable?” Chen Luo asked, puzzled.

The Cyan-robed Daoist shook his head and said, “You’ve heard of the Theory of Heaven, right? There’s an authentic copy hidden within the Supreme Sect.”

Chen Luo revealed a look of surprise.

Just as he was about to ask more, the Cyan-robed Daoist waved his horsetail whisk, whisking him into the breeze and toward the Outer Sect City in the distance.

Chen Luo stood amid the wind, reining in his curiosity. He had not forgotten the purpose of his journey; all these years, his thoughts had constantly turned to his wife.

The Saint King had sent him to the Supreme Sect without telling him what to do next, so he was quite at a loss.

Without exchange of words,

the two arrived at the Outer Sect City and queued to enter.

Just after entering, a man approached Chen Luo and said, “Are you Chen Luo from the Sacred Domain?”

The speaker was none other than Long Qing, who was curiously sizing up Chen Luo.

Upon hearing this, Chen Luo became instantly excited and quickly raised his hand, asking, “I am Chen Luo, and I have met you, Fellow Daoist. May I ask if Fellow Daoist has been arranged by the Saint King?”

“Saint King?”

Long Qing shook his head with a smile, and then said, “Come with me.”

He was also curious about why his master wanted to meet this person, and he prepared to understand him properly on the way.

Long Qing turned and left, with Chen Luo hastily following.

The Cyan-robed Daoist watched Long Qing’s retreating back, his eyes flickering, as he pondered something unknown.

Meanwhile.

Outside the Third Medicine Valley, in a mountain forest, Gu An was sparring in swordsmanship with Chen Chuan, using fingers as his sword, he easily caught all of Chen Chuan’s sword techniques.

At one hundred and eleven, Chen Chuan possessed the cultivation level of the sixth layer of the Divinity Transformation Realm, dressed in black, wielding a treasure sword, spirited and vigorous.

At the age of fifty, he was taken away by Gu An, and after sixty-one years of comprehending the Sword Dao by Gu An’s side, his true strength was far more terrifying than his realm suggested.

He had become a famously talented individual of the Third Medicine Valley, and although no one knew his background, the fact that Gu An had taken notice of him clearly marked him as an extraordinary genius.

Lv Baitian also coveted Chen Chuan, occasionally coming to inquire about his wellbeing.

At the moment, Chen Chuan felt powerless inside as he believed that his own grasp of the Sword Dao had reached the Transformation Realm. In a pure contest of swordsmanship, he could not find the slightest flaw in his master’s technique.

Gu An was smiling as he watched the fierce attacks from Chen Chuan, feeling very satisfied in his heart.

Isn’t this the person Xiaochuan wanted to become?

After another hundred techniques, Gu An said, “Let’s stop here.”

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Chen Chuan sheathed his sword and then raised his sword in salute to Gu An, his eyes brimming with admiration.

Was this the strength of the world’s number one Sword Cultivator?

Having been in the Third Medicine Valley for so long, he had come to realize that Gu An was the Supporting Dao Sword Venerable, who would save the world, making him feel lucky and gradually emerging from the shadows of his childhood.

After offering a few pointers, Gu An led Chen Chuan back toward the valley.

Along the way, they saw many disciples practicing, all saluting and greeting Gu An upon seeing him while looking at Chen Chuan with envy.

With so many talents in Medicine Valley nowadays, few had the opportunity to be personally instructed by the master.

Furthermore, Chen Chuan was someone the master had brought back from outside.

Chen Chuan paid no mind to those gazes, humbly consulting his master on his doubts and discussing them one by one.

They quickly returned to the valley.

Long Qing and Chen Luo were waiting in front of the loft. Chen Luo looked very nervous, with the Blood Prison Great Saint scrutinizing him.

From afar, Chen Chuan glanced at Chen Luo only once before withdrawing his mind, continuing to contemplate the Sword Dao.

Having lost his father as an infant, he had no memories of him.

Long Qing, upon seeing Gu An, hastily greeted, “Hello, Master!”

Chen Luo then looked towards Gu An and Chen Chuan, his eyes lighting up—not because he recognized Chen Chuan, but because he was dazzled by Gu An’s appearance and demeanor.

Such an Immortal existed in the world!

Gu An arrived in front of Long Qing and asked him to take his younger Disciple away. Immediately, Long Qing left with Chen Chuan, arm in arm, leaving Chen Luo alone, nervously facing Gu An.

“Let’s talk upstairs.”

Gu An said with a smile and then led the way upstairs.

Chen Luo took a deep breath and followed Gu An’s steps.

Once inside, he closed the door and walked to the desk, before suddenly kneeling down.

“Please, Senior, save my wife.”

Chen Luo said through clenched teeth, without showing much excitement, as he was trying hard to control his emotions.

Gu An looked at him and asked, “What have you gained from your experiences over these years, and have you come to any realizations?”

Chen Luo looked up, confronting Gu An’s gaze, prepared for this moment, he replied, “Yes, people other than me suffer in this world, and I am not the most tormented among them. Besides my wife, I have parents and a son to care for. I shouldn’t be so selfish, so impulsive.”

Gu An shook his head slightly and said, “You’re wrong; there is one more thing you’ve overlooked.”

“Please enlighten me, Senior.”

Chen Luo spoke cautiously, while also wondering what he had missed.

Gu An’s gaze turned indifferent, posing an immense pressure on Chen Luo who said, “You’re fortunate to be born in the Immortal Cultivation World. What is Immortal Cultivation? It is the pursuit of the power to overturn all tragedies. Faced with the death of your wife, you should transform your emotions into the drive for Immortal Cultivation. Should you Ascend to Immortality, you very well may save your wife.”