The world shares the sa spring.
Upon reaching Heart City, the spring rain has just cleared.
This border city built on the Eternal Night Mountain Range suddenly appeared much fresher and cleaner.
For the people in this city, fighting has beco the most ordinary occurrence in their eyes.
Twenty years of turbulent winds and rains.
In the first ten years, the Sword Sect used half of its strength to help the Human Race establish a foothold here.
In the last ten years, it was under the leadership of the Candle Dragon Hall that tug-of-war battles with the Demon Race constantly ensued.
Battle has never ceased, nor is there an end in sight, seemingly continuing indefinitely.
Mo Yan stood at the head of Heart City, gazing westward towards the Eternal Night Mountain Range.
Since the rekindling of the Longevity Fire, his cultivation has been like that fire, burning fiercely and advancing at an incomprehensible speed.
With Incinerate Body combined with the Netherfire within him, his combat power beca unfathomable, and he had already made a na for himself, repeatedly creating breaches in nurous great cities of the Demon Race single-handedly over the past decade.
With such outstanding battle achievents and exceptional talent, and under the tutelage of Wang Daode, five years ago, the Candle Dragon Hall formally appointed him as the Young Sect Leader of the Candle Dragon Hall.
Although he is a Young Sect Leader, in reality, the Candle Dragon Hall now has imnse trust in Mo Yan, granting him authority. In the eyes of many, he is no different from the Sect Master.
Mo Yan is walking on a path remarkably similar to that of Lu Qingshan.
"Young Sect Leader!" At this mont, an urgent voice ca through.
A cultivator from the Candle Dragon Hall hurriedly approached.
Mo Yan turned back to look at him, and the person arduously nodded at Mo Yan, "Grandmaster Wang wants to see you..."
He instantly understood everything, feeling a pang in his heart.
Just then, the drizzle began again over Heart City.
Mo Yan quickly walked down the street.
In the somber rain curtain, the red Candle Dragon emblem embroidered on his robe appeared even more vivid, as if it was about to ignite.
Soon, the headquarters of the Candle Dragon Hall in Heart City ca into view.
Many cultivators were coming and going, most with very solemn expressions.
Mo Yan remained silent, quickened his pace again, passed through nurous courtyards, and finally arrived at a small courtyard inside.
The door to the inner room of the courtyard was pushed open, and Zhao Yuding, one of the three Grandmasters of the Candle Dragon Hall, stepped out, his eyes red.
He glanced at the hurried Mo Yan, "You've arrived, quickly go in, he... doesn't have much ti left."
Mo Yan hesitated no more, walked forward two steps, and reached out to push open the door.
He originally thought he would see a skeletal, withered face, as Wang Daode had already shown signs of impending death over the years, devoid of any color.
But now Wang Daode's complexion was unprecedentedly good, although lying on the bed, his face was exceedingly ruddy.
Hearing the footsteps, he opened his eyes, and his pitch-black eyes looked at Mo Yan.
"You ca."
"Master." Mo Yan looked at the old Taoist, his heart filled with mixed emotions.
"Your master looks quite well, doesn't he?" The old Taoist tried to suppress a cough and smiled.
Mo Yan's eyes reddened instantly, bowing his head.
There was no joy in his heart for his master's good health.
Because there's no such thing as resurrection in this world, the reason for Wang Daode's seemingly fine health now lies in only one cause.
A final burst of vitality.
Wang Daode propped himself up on the bed with his hand. He was very old now, with wrinkles on his forehead and slack corners of his mouth.
"I fear I cannot hold on this ti."
After speaking these words, both of them fell silent.
"But there's nothing to regret. I, your master, have lived so long already," Wang Daode laughed, "During the first half of my life, I relied on my father's influence, idled my days away, doing nothing, watched my father work himself to death, and finally died with regrets. In the latter half of my life, confining myself in the back mountain, accomplishing nothing, this lifeti of mine has probably just passed like this, the only thing worthy of ntion is perhaps being the son of Wang Puxian."
"Actually, I am indifferent, just an ordinary person, coming and going quietly."
"When did I start being reluctant to die? I suppose it was after you joined the sect. Perhaps the biggest fear for people is not seeing hope, but seeing it."
"Having hope, you begin to fear this and worry about that, making a living not at ease and constrained everywhere."
"I know you don't like listening to those long-winded moral principles; though you don't speak much, you're a person with your own opinions in your heart. Frankly speaking, your master is just good at nothing, neither at reasoning. But so things, if I don't say them, don't finish them, I cannot leave in peace."
"I am sorry to you..." The old Taoist's eyes dimd.
"The reason I took you as a disciple started without good intentions, rely because you were the Candle Dragon Hall's hope to elevate to the Taoist Sect; in actuality, whether you are Mo Yan or Lu Yan or Xia Yan, it makes little difference to ."
"I acted willfully, sending you to the Central Spirit Domain during the most unstable tis, passing the responsibility of the sect onto you before your wings were fully grown. I also knew this heavy burden could crush you if not careful... But, I had to bet this chance."
"To bet this, I couldn't care about you anymore."
The redness on the old Taoist's face was fading away, his speech slowing, always interrupted by difficult bouts of coughing.
"Before the Chang'an Years, the Demon Race invaded, my father fought on the frontline, I was in the Western Domain, Puting State, holding the lone peak with the sect's cultivators until reinforcents arrived, and by then, there was only left in the whole city of cultivators.
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