Han Yu raised a brow.
Freely?
That sounded absurd.
Several younger elders looked envious even hearing it.
Han Yu began wondering what exactly existed inside.
The Patriarch then leaned back.
"However..."
His voice lowered.
"The true value of the tomb lies elsewhere."
Han Yu focused.
"A treasure exists within it."
"A treasure?" Han Yu repeated.
Even so Legacy Disciples looked attentive now.
The Patriarch nodded.
"One of the greatest treasures of our sect rests there."
Han Yu truly beca curious.
A treasure that even the Patriarch valued this highly...
What could it be?
The Patriarch slowly spoke.
"In the deepest chamber of the Ancestral Temple..."
"There exists a fragnt left behind by the founder."
Han Yu narrowed his eyes.
"A fragnt?"
"A remnant."
The Patriarch’s gaze grew distant.
"A piece of the Founder’s Dao."
The hall beca utterly silent.
Han Yu felt his heart skip.
A remnant of the Slaughtering Moon Ancestor?
The very person who founded this terrifying sect?
The sa person who shattered continents?
The sa person who wiped out clans?
The sa person whose tomb turned out to be the Ancestral Temple itself?
The Patriarch continued.
"From what we know, it will manifest only when the temple opens. The chances will be low and there will only ever be one fragnt. Many will enter, but only one will succeed. Still there are plenty of other things to look forward to and other Dao Treasrues."
Han Yu listened carefully.
"Those who comprehend them will gain imnse benefits."
"So obtain techniques."
"So gain enlightennt."
"So improve their Dao."
"And so..." the Patriarch paused. "Will receive the Founder’s recognition."
That final line shook even the hall.
Han Yu looked around.
Several elders had complicated expressions.
Clearly...
Recognition was no simple matter.
His master finally spoke.
"You should take this seriously."
Han Yu looked toward him.
The Second Kidney Peak Head rarely advised directly.
"If you gain sothing there..." his master said quietly. "Your future changes."
Han Yu nodded slowly.
Inside however...
His thoughts had already begun moving.
Ancient techniques.
Founder’s tomb.
Dao remnants.
Treasured resources.
And most importantly...
Possible clues.
Clues about the Magma Ancestor.
Clues about leaving the continent.
Han Yu suddenly felt his interest rise sharply.
The Patriarch looked at him.
"The temple opens in several years."
"Prepare yourself."
Han Yu bowed.
"This disciple understands."
Inside though...
His mind was already racing.
Han Yu remained standing in the Grand Hall after hearing about the Ancestral Temple for a few monts before another thought appeared in his mind.
He looked toward the Patriarch.
"Patriarch, how long until the temple opens?" he asked.
Patriarch Hong Tianyue leaned back on his throne slightly.
"The preparations have been ongoing for years already." He replied calmly. "But it will still take more ti."
Han Yu listened carefully.
"The temple is not sothing that can be opened lightly." The Patriarch continued. "Several arrays need to be restored, pathways stabilized and seals checked. Even now the elders are still working on it."
"So it will take years?" Han Yu asked.
The Patriarch nodded.
"Most likely."
Han Yu digested that.
"Still," the Patriarch added. "You should prepare regardless."
"I understand." Han Yu bowed.
Inside though, his thoughts were already racing.
The Founder.
The Dao fragnt.
The Ancestral Temple.
If the Founder truly left behind part of his Dao, then perhaps it contained knowledge beyond anything the current sect possessed.
Han Yu still rembered the Magma Ancestor.
The first person who escaped the continent.
If the Founder’s Dao fragnt truly held insights, then perhaps there was a path hidden there.
Even if every other thod failed...
This might beco another door.
Another chance.
Han Yu silently stored it away.
Eventually the gathering ended.
The elders began leaving.
Peak Heads departed one after another.
Han Yu bowed before leaving the Grand Hall.
The mont he stepped outside the crimson clouds around Heart Peak seed lighter than before.
Today had gone unexpectedly well.
Far better than he expected.
He had gained rewards.
Recognition.
The Ancestral Temple opportunity.
Even the rit points awarded were absurd.
Though honestly... Han Yu barely cared.
At his current level of wealth, another reward only ant another stack added to the mountain. He already stopped counting long ago. His real gains were information and opportunities.
Those mattered.
By the ti he returned to his peak his mind was already occupied.
The next period beca busy again.
Research.
Cultivation.
Planning.
Jiangshi maintenance.
Managent.
But this ti...
His focus shifted.
Soul cultivation.
The breakthrough into the Soul Refinent Realm still felt unreal.
He had advanced.
Yet he still did not understand everything he gained.
The mories from the Undying Destiny Severance only gave broad guidance.
The details needed exploration.
Thus Han Yu began spending more and more ti inside his Soul Space.
The place had changed.
The sea of Soul Qi was enormous now.
The Eight Emotions Lotus floated happily atop it, occasionally waving its petals around like so strange child.
And his soul...
Han Yu looked at it often.
The True Soul now appeared almost completely real.
Solid.
Corporeal.
Looking exactly like him.
The first few tis he saw it, he still found it strange.
It was like staring into a mirror.
Days passed.
Han Yu moved around the Soul Space repeatedly.
He tested things.
Observed.
Experinted.
Eventually...
He noticed sothing.
His soul could touch things.
It sounded simple.
Yet the implication was enormous.
He could touch the water.
Move objects.
Interact.
Han Yu floated there thoughtfully.
"Since I can touch things now..." he muttered. "Can my soul exist outside my body?"
The thought froze him.
Normally impossible.
Cultivators reached Nascent Soul Realm and gained a second life through their Nascent Soul.
If the body died... The Nascent Soul survived.
A revival remained possible.
But the True Soul?
That never left.
Only death separated soul from body.
Because the soul was fragile.
Weak.
Without protection.
A body existed for a reason.
Yet now...
Han Yu was uncertain.
His soul no longer felt fragile.
It felt solid and protected.
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