Wen Yu had always felt that he was a qualified Palace Master, and a positive one at that. Even though the Forgotten God Palace he took over was a terrible mess, he still did not give up, and tried his best to lead the sect towards prosperity. No, towards the path of riches.
Unfortunately, dreams were plentiful, but reality was bony. Even though Forgotten God Palace had the high and mighty brand of descendants of the Primordial God Race, it still could not withstand the weight of time. Originally, Forgotten God Palace, which relied on the addition of godly power, this almost cheat-like attribute, had always stood at the forefront of the cultivation world. However, due to the thinning of their bloodline in recent years, Forgotten God Palace's attribute enhancement had become weaker and weaker. Until now, other than the Palace Master, who still had a trace of godly power that he himself could not sense, the other direct disciples basically only had the sign of descendants of the Primordial God Race.
In order to retain the godly power, the previous Palace Masters had unavoidably adopted some xenophobic measures, which resulted in an extremely bad effect. The most direct manifestation was that external talents could not be brought in, and the internal corruption had caused the overall quality of the sect to plummet. Until now, there were not many disciples that could be brought out.
When he realized the severity of the problem, and began to accept the outstanding disciples from the outside, it was already too late. Putting aside the fact that disciples with good aptitudes were extremely hard to find, even if there were, they would have long been snatched away by the various sects.
Especially after the great battle that affected the entire cultivation world, Forgotten God Palace had suffered even more heavy losses. Almost all the cultivators that could hold up the front had fallen in this battle. Out of the dozens of Nascent Soul cultivators, only five remained. Forgotten God Palace's strength once again plummeted, and they could barely lift their heads in front of the various sects.
Wen Yu was so worried that he could not sleep at night. Yet, the various sects still stabbed a knife into his heart at this crucial moment, and invited their Azoth Core disciples to participate in the Inter-Sect Tournament. Although it was called a friendly competition, Wen Yu knew that it was actually a gathering to test the strength of the various sects.
This competition immediately revealed a problem. The ten Azoth Core disciples that Forgotten God Palace sent out, were beaten like dogs. It was fine if they did not obtain a ranking, but not a single disciple actually entered the top ten. They could not even compare to normal first-rate sects.
Wen Yu had practically vomited blood when he returned. After this competition, forget about being the leader, most likely, he would not even be able to keep his position as a first-rate sect, and would completely lose his right to speak. Wen Yu even had the thought of dying. Just when he was at his wit's end, at his wit's end, at his wit's end … A miracle had happened!
A Demigod spiritual light suddenly descended from the Returning Heaven Forest at the back of the mountain. The entire Forgotten God Palace was enveloped by tribulation clouds, and the rumbling tribulation lightning actually struck for an entire ten days. Then, a Soul Formation aura emanated from one of the stone chambers.
A Soul Formation cultivator! There was actually a Soul Formation Supremacy in the Sky Returning Forest! After that battle, not a single Divinity Transformation cultivator could be found in the entire Cultivation world, but here he was, a living one!
Wen Yu was so excited that his beard lit up. He gathered outside the stone room and personally welcomed the Venerable One out of isolation. With a Soul Formation cultivator in charge, which sect would dare to bully them?
The more Wen Yu thought about it, the more beautiful it was. The more he thought about it, the more excited he became. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that the Venerable One in the stone room was pleasing to the eye. He came at the right time. You are the most beautiful cloud in the sky. I filled you with wine and made you stay … Eh, what's weird?
However, when the Supremacy walked out of the stone room, he was dumbfounded. Who … was this? Her face looked so unfamiliar.
The Returning Heaven Forest at the back of the mountain was a place for seclusion in the sect. Those who entered were all practitioners who were at the end of their lifespans, and were risking their lives to make a breakthrough. However, the majority of the disciples never returned, and those who came out were all in dire straits. It was an existence that was easily forgotten.
However, this was a Soul Formation Supremacy. In other words, she was at least a Nascent Soul practitioner when she entered. Yet, why had he never seen her before?
Wen Yu gritted his teeth. Forget it, the sect could not afford to lose this Sovereign. Just treat it as a gift from the heavens.
Hence, he decided to go all out. With a thud, he knelt down and loudly shouted. "This disciple greets Old Ancestor."
Thus, the beautiful young girl Zhu Yao, who had just gotten a boyfriend not too long ago, was called an ancestor just like that.
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"Old Ancestor, I wonder which blessed land your family wishes to have as your cave residence?" Wen Yu cheerfully welcomed her, his smile was so wide that his eyes could not be seen.
Old Zhu Yao: "…"
Please don't call me ancestor, alright? She still had to get married! "You can just call me by my name."
"You must not." Wen Yu's expression turned cold, as he said with a stern look. "There is an order of seniority. As the Palace Master of Forgotten God Palace, this disciple should set an example. Old Ancestor, please do not reject me. "He looked as though she was stepping on his dignity as a junior.
The corner of Zhu Yao's lips twitched, as she silently endured it. If not for the fact that you're already so old!
"Just randomly choose a place, as long as you can live in it." She did not have any requirements regarding the place she was going to live in. In any case, her goal was those few mystic treasures.
When Wen Yu heard this, he did not bring her around blindly anymore, and immediately went to a mountain peak with green mountains and clear waters.
She did not know if it was a coincidence, but that was the tallest of all the floating mountains. Beside it was the Main Mountain, and on the right was a forest. However, a few kilometers away, there was a mountain peak that was completely pitch-black in color. There was not a single blade of grass or tree on the mountain, nor was there any spiritual energy surging out. Yet, it was still floating steadily in the air.
Zhu Yao was a little curious. "What's that?"
"That's the Sword Seeking Mountain." Wen Yu explained. Suddenly, as though he had thought of something, he said. "In a while, it will be the day of the various sects searching for swords. When that time comes, I hope that Old Ancestor will protect my sect."
"Sword Seeking? What's that? "Zhu Yao casually asked.
Wen Yu was startled for a moment, as he looked at her a little strangely. "Sword Seeking is naturally to search for weapons that are compatible with one's body, or materials for forging." Just how long had the Old Ancestor been in closed-door training for, to not even know about such matters. "This Sword Seeking Mountain rose from the ground several thousand years ago, and there are countless materials for forging mystic treasures inside. However, because this mountain was born on top of my sect's spiritual vein, the weapons forged using the materials here are born with spirituality, and will choose their own masters. Before they find a suitable master, even if the weapon is forged, it will still return here, and wait for the fated person. Hence, our sect will hold a Sword Seeking Assembly once every ten years. "
It's that amazing? Then wouldn't the other sects be dying from jealousy? After all, they would only come once every ten years, while they were right at their doorstep.
However, when he said that, Zhu Yao began to look forward to it a little. She might be able to use this Sword Seeking Assembly to understand the whereabouts of those five mystic treasures, and then borrow them to use. Even if they weren't willing to lend them to her, she could still snatch them!
Zhu Yao stayed on the mountain for five days, and inquired about the current situation of this world from the mouths of the disciples who came to serve them. She wouldn't have known if she didn't hear it, but the moment she heard it, her entire being felt terrible.
Initially, she had thought that Realmspirit had given her a character with its own plot, but that was not the case. Not a single person in the sect knew of her at all. However, because the place where she appeared just so happened to be in the stone room at the back of the mountain, that Palace Master naturally classified her as a member of the sect.
It was no wonder that old man refused to call her name no matter what. It wasn't that he didn't want to call her, but he basically didn't know her. He was also afraid of offending a Demigod practitioner, so he could only flatter her like an old ancestor. As expected, those who could become Sect Masters were all thousand-year-old old foxes. This was evidently a scam for her.
After finding out the truth, Zhu Yao immediately went to explain to Wen Yu that she did not wish to stay in this sect.
Wen Yu, however, stopped her with a face full of snot and tears. As he cried, he recounted his sorrowful history. From the establishment of the sect, to the sect's glory, and then to the current awkward situation, he hugged onto her thigh with all his might, unwilling to let go.
A scene of a white-haired old man who was over fifty years old crying and shouting to stay, begging to be conquered, as a good young lady, she simply could not bear to kick him away. In the end, she still nodded.
Wen Yu instantly became spirited. His waist was no longer sore, his legs no longer hurt, and he no longer hugged onto her thigh. His snot and tears flowed freely. "I have yet to ask, what is Sovereign's Daoist title?"
The corner of Zhu Yao's lips twitched. "Yu Yao." Changing one's expression was definitely an essential skill for Sect Masters.
"So it's Sovereign Yu Yao." The old man respectfully bowed. "For Sovereign to face the Demigod tribulation in my sect, and to choose to stay in the sect, it can be said that you are fated with my sect. Forgotten God Palace will definitely not forget Sovereign's great kindness."
Zhu Yao replied him with two words. Hoho.
Forgotten God Palace. If she did not remember wrongly, this should be girl Ying Luo's main family, the sect where the descendants of the Ancient Gods were based, right!? Wasn't it really amazing in the scenario? Why was it in such a miserable state now? There wasn't even a single Demigod Sovereign in the sect.
As though he saw through her doubts, old man Wen Yu took the initiative to explain. "Sovereign might not know this, but in that battle a few hundred years ago, our sect lost dozens of Nascent Soul practitioners, damaging our foundations. That's why we ended up in such a state."
"A few hundred years ago?" Zhu Yao was startled. What kind of great battle could cause the death of so many Nascent Soul practitioners? "Even dozens of Nascent Soul practitioners couldn't defeat them?"
Wen Yu sighed. "How can the Devil race be so easy to deal with?"
"Devil race?" Zhu Yao widened her eyes. A thought flashed past her mind, as she faintly felt that there was something wrong with her reincarnation this time.
"Sovereign did not expect that the Devil race would still appear in this world, right?" Wen Yu shook his head with a pained look. "If not for the blood sister of the previous Palace Master, Palace Mistress Ying Luo, who risked her life to seal the Devil race, how could this peaceful world still exist? She did not expect that in just a short few hundred years, the various sects had already begun to target our Forgotten God Palace. "
"Wait a minute!" Zhu Yao was a little confused, as she looked at the old man seriously. "You're saying that Ying Luo sealed the Devil race a few hundred years ago?"
"That's right!" Wen Yu nodded. Lowering his head, he pondered for a moment. "I think it's been a few hundred years … It should be around nine hundred years, right?"
"The hell!" She finally knew what was amiss. The girl Ying Luo gave birth to resentment a thousand years after the Devil was sealed, yet Realmspirit actually sent her to the time before Ying Luo was revived. Not only did she arrive in the girl's world, she had even passed through time, and returned to the past.
"Old man, then do you know where the girl … No, that Palace Mistress Ying Luo's body is?"
"Of course it's on the God Sacrificial Altar." He said with a matter-of-fact look. "Only by sacrificing one's body, can the ancient sealing art be released."
"Where's that place?"
Wen Yu pointed to a place in the south. "It's right at the sacred lake behind our Forgotten God Palace … Eh?" He turned around, and Zhu Yao's figure was no longer in front of him. There was only a white figure flying towards the south.
It seemed like the Sovereign was very curious about that savior. It seemed like he wouldn't be leaving for a short period of time. He instantly felt at ease.
Zhu Yao headed straight to the place Wen Yu pointed at. In front of her was a clear pool of water, and the surroundings were filled with flowing formations. A blue-clothed girl was currently lying on top of the pool. Chains formed from spiritual energy were attached to her body.
As expected, it was that girl from the storyline. She had yet to revive.
She finally understood what the minute adjustments Realmspirit was talking about were. He was adjusting the timeline!
Back then, she said that she wanted to solve the problem from the source, but she never expected that Realmspirit would really send her back to the source. The girl had yet to be betrayed by the world.
The hell, it seemed like she had to adjust all of her plans.
Initially, she had thought that her main mission was to collect those few mystic artifacts, release the girl's soul, and then conduct a psychological counselling session with a low success rate, so that she could let go of her resentment and properly reincarnate.
From the looks of it, her main mission had become how to stop the world from betraying her, and reverse her tragic life.
At that moment, she felt that a huge wave of trouble was approaching.
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Right now, Zhu Yao had no choice but to stay in Forgotten God Palace. She did not know when Ying Luo would wake up, so she had to save her before the various sects found out. Otherwise, with a weak girl like her who had lost all of her cultivation, she could only be bullied by others. And those five mystic artifacts, she had to obtain them as soon as possible as well.
Those five items, were also a part of her misery.
The psychological counselling trip to a different world, instantly became: Saving that pitiful weak girl. This sour feeling, was simply unbelievable!
And the Sword Seeking Assembly that Wen Yu spoke of, was about to begin in full swing five days later. The practitioners of the various sects had all gathered at Forgotten God Palace. Though Wen Yu was grumbling in his heart about the actions of these sects, on the surface, he still politely welcomed them.
However, the number of people who came this time was especially large, and among them, there were many Nascent Soul Reverends who were leading the groups. Rather than saying that they were here to search for swords, it would be more accurate to say that they were here to demonstrate their might. Evidently, they had ulterior motives.
Wen Yu was rather composed, and did not immediately run up the mountain to seek help from Zhu Yao. Instead, he continued to passionately welcome the disciples of the various sects. Only when all of the reputable deity sects in the cultivation world had all arrived, and the leading practitioners of the various sects had all taken their seats, did he walk back into the palace.
The various sects had evidently grown impatient from the wait. A practitioner immediately stopped Wen Yu, and immediately stated his intentions. "Palace Master Wen, Forgotten God Palace has protected Sword Seeking Mountain for so many years, and it has truly been hard and meritorious. The sword seeking event that happens once every ten years is truly troublesome as well. Hence, the various sects have discussed, why don't we let the other deity sects manage this Sword Seeking Mountain from now on, so as to resolve Palace Master's worries. "
Wen Yu turned to look at him. Sword Seeking Mountain was something that belonged to Forgotten God Palace in the first place, and it was held once every ten years. It was only because the mystic artifacts within the mountain had the ability to choose their owners, and were unwilling to bury it, that the various sects were invited to enter. They were clearly here to snatch something, yet, they still had to use the excuse of resolving Forgotten God Palace's worries.
Wen Yu coldly laughed, and walked towards the main seat in the palace. However, his eyes suddenly shifted, and he did not sit on the main seat. Instead, with a wave of his hand, he had a disciple add another seat to sit on. Looking at the people present, and thinking of a certain person on the mountain, he instantly straightened his back.
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