"I am completely depleted of Elent Force, my essence is diminished..."
Wang Daode's words beca intermittent, needing to take deep breaths frequently.
He struggled to tear open his chest's clothing, revealing hideous scars like maggots on his chest, "This kind of injury is almost certain death, unable to be reversed, but I relied on my own willpower to endure it, and I'm still alive now. Tell , isn't my life tough..."
"In the Chang'an Years, my father fell, the Longevity Fire abruptly extinguished. I adopted the thod of lighting a lamp to incorporate the Longevity Fire Seed within my body. The lamp oil was my vital essence, every day, every hour, every mont, I suffered the pain of flas scorching my body." Wang Daode's throat surged, his gaze began to scatter.
The old Taoist was very thin, even appearing sowhat stooped, with scars on his body revealing jagged bones.
Even in such a broken body, it constantly endured the pain of flas scorching for millennia.
"I do not know the significance of my actions, but in my heart, there's an indistinct thought: this was my father's lifelong pursuit. Now he is gone, but the Longevity Fire cannot just extinguish like this..."
Mo Yan did not speak, rely stepped forward to hold the old Taoist's hand on the bed.
At this mont, the old man's vital essence had long been depleted like lamp oil.
"Fortunately, you ca... the Longevity Fire Seed is with you, and it has rekindled on you; this is a great blessing..."
"Zhao Yuding and Yu Yan, those two youngsters, told to wait in the Western Domain, not to follow them to the Central Spirit Domain... How could I possibly, how could I possibly not co..."
"Master," Mo Yan gripped the elderly man's hand, "Don't speak anymore, take a rest."
"Rest, yes, it's ti for a rest." Wang Daode muttered to himself.
"The orange tree on the back hill's vein at the Candle Dragon Hall, my father tended it all his life, I tended it all my life too, never managing to see it bear fruit. If it ever does bear fruit, rember to pick so and place them on the grave..."
"Also let taste the fruit this orange tree bears and what flavor it holds."
"The hopes of two generations of my Wang family, Candle Dragon Hall, the hundreds of thousands of cultivators at Candle Dragon Hall, and the billions upon billions of people in the Central Spirit Domain... all handed to you."
"Don't bla your master for making you bear so much; your master... your master truly cannot hold on anymore."
The old Taoist's hand loosened, fingers slowly slipping from Mo Yan's palm.
Wang Daode closed his eyes.
Mo Yan lowered his head in silence.
"Then I shall rest." The old Taoist said before last closing his eyes.
Across heaven and earth, there's reunion for so and separation for others.
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Burning Moon Domain.
If the cities after the opening of war are likened to organs of a human body, then Jian Luo King City is the heart.
At present, this heart demonstrates a powerful force that moves people.
Chi Venerable, Ming Venerable, and War Venerable hover above Jian Luo King City, watching the teams leaving Jian Luo King City for transport outside the pass.
Nurous troops and supplies, like blood, flow from the heart to the limbs and skeleton of the Burning Moon Domain giant, providing it strength.
The expressions of the three Venerables varied.
It has been twenty years since they challenged at Yun Pass.
A full twenty years it took for them to recover, their injuries now mostly healed.
Chi Venerable turned his head, looking at the War Venerable beside him, teasing: "War Venerable, back then you lost to Yu Canghai in a single round, making him a legendary figure who defeated soone above his rank. Do you have confidence this ti to reclaim your na?"
"If it hadn't been for your order to hold back that day, battling to the end, Yu Canghai would surely be dead." War Venerable replied expressionlessly.
"Moreover, I wasn't certain back then if that Qingyun Sword Immortal was genuine or not..." Chi Venerable said softly, "We must be cautious always."
"Don't laugh, I only lost a single round; you lost a round instantly!" War Venerable pointed out as soon as he saw Ming Venerable's mouth curling into a slight grin.
Ming Venerable's face suddenly turned dark.
This was his most shaful battle in life.
Facing a Human Cultivator whose cultivation was far inferior to his own, he, the mighty Ming Venerable, was unexpectedly no match for a single round.
"That was an accident..." Ming Venerable muttered in a muffled voice, "Besides, we've figured out, that Xue Wujian only has that one sword, not worth worrying about."
Chi Venerable acknowledged with a hmm, apparently agreeing.
In truth, these past twenty years, besides recuperating, they've done many things, including uncovering Xue Wujian's background.
"Logically, with Xie Qingyun gone, Yun Pass has lost its backbone, almost becoming our possession, we just need to proceed slowly."
"Moreover, other Holy Demon Clans have not moved; if we act first, we risk becoming targeted by all others..."
Chi Venerable said this, unable to help but grind his teeth: "The cursed Sword Sect, their luck is incredible. First, they lost Xie Qingyun, yet Lu Qingshan took over!"
"Even if it were soone else, we wouldn't need to rush like this!"
Within less than thirty years, to evolve from an unknown small cultivator to the Sword Sect's master Sword Cultivator, who dares to give him another thirty years?
Sixty years to produce a Sword Immortal?
Who dares imagine?
Yet in the case of Lu Qingshan, it's not impossible.
Therefore, they must seize the ti to capture Yun Pass before Lu Qingshan becos a Sword Immortal, even if it ans being the vanguard in the second Daoist-Demon war.
"Even if the sacrifice is great, if it ans losing millions of our troops at Yun Pass, as long as we capture Yun Pass, taking over the Eastern Domain, we can nurture another army of millions!"
Chi Venerable gazed towards the east.
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