The world believes that the Longevity Fire has already disappeared, and Mo Yan thought so too.
Unexpectedly, the Fire Seed of the Longevity Fire now appeared right before him, what he never anticipated was that Wang Daode would gift this incredibly precious Fire Seed to him.
"You are my only disciple, the Longevity Fire is sothing my father left behind, gifting it to you is perfectly logical, there’s no need to be so surprised." Wang Daode said, though his eyes remained closed, the astonishnt of his disciple was perceived "in his eyes".
"When Ancestor Wang Puxian fell, the Longevity Fire lost its immortality and abruptly extinguished, not burning for ten thousand years," the old Taoist slowly said. "In recent years, I have once again carried out the Refining Ritual for this Fire Seed, its life force has been renewed, it could reignite as the Longevity Fire at any mont."
"Your Incinerate Body can refine the Netherfires of the world, and moreover use the Netherfire’s Divine Power to nurture yourself."
"Once the Longevity Fire, ranked third on the Netherfire Ranking, reignites, if you refine it, you will surely ascend to Qingyun, reaching heavens in one step, this is your fortune and opportunity," Wang Daode continued.
He had already said all that needed to be said, turned around, waved his hand gently, and said, "You may leave now."
"Also, live and return."
Mo Yan felt that Wang Daode’s voice and deanor today were filled with exhaustion, even stranger was his overall state, as though... as though he were a dying elder imparting his last words to a junior.
"Alright." Finally, he nodded vigorously, his throat sowhat dry.
He clasped his fist in salute to his master, backed away, and turned to descend the mountain.
At the instant Mo Yan departed, the old Taoist’s arms suddenly drooped down, limp and lifelessly hung beside his body.
Lost in deep thought, not knowing what he was thinking.
"As your teacher, I cannot learn the skill of Li Qiubai’s Sword Opening Heaven’s Gate, opening a path for Sword Cultivators across the world, even opening a path for just you is so difficult."
"Do not resent for being incapable."
Wang Daode finally opened his eyes.
Blood poured from his eyes like a fountain, vivid and terrifying.
To reignite the Longevity Fire, Longevity Points must be used.
With my longevity, exchange for its longevity.
......
Unknown when, a blue-coated Taoist silently appeared beside Wang Daode.
Candle Dragon Hall, Ninth Realm Cultivator Zhao Yuding.
"Uncle, is it worth it?"
"There is no such thing as worth or not worth, the Sword Sect beca the strongest Taoist Sect in the world precisely because they dared to go all out, so today I learn from the Sword Sect and go all out once, why not?"
"But what if this is a dead end?"
"I would rather make a mistake than do nothing."
"....."
Shush shush shush.
At this mont, several orange trees planted above the Candle Dragon Hall’s energy veins, suddenly moved without wind, making a rustling sound.
Both Taoists swiftly turned their gaze towards the orange trees.
Only to see the entire dry branches and leaves at this mont, as if ti had accelerated, completely wither and fall at an unimaginable speed.
Yet as the old leaves fell, the newly grown buds from not long ago also thrived visibly, changing from tender green to vibrant green.
Among the vibrant green leaves, a rich fragrance wafted.
The old Taoist clad in a blue robe felt a tremor of excitent in his heart, tremblingly raised his right hand, devoid of much strength, parted the vibrant green leaves, and looked inside.
His still bleeding eyes now overflowed with old tears.
There, a pure white little flower blood.
Already a hundred-foot cliff of ice, yet still a charming blossom
She laughs amidst the cluster.
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