CHAPTER 456: CHAPTER 297: ANCESTRAL MASTER’S PROTECTION

At first, Tie Dan was truly angry, the more he thought about it, the angrier he got. He was so angry that he thought how could he just leave like this, should he turn back for a fight, point at that heartless person’s nose, and give him a good scolding first.

But suddenly, from behind, death energy surged into the sky, the heavens collapsed, the earth cracked, scaring him into speechlessness. Gazing again at the deep valleys and cracked ground below, the overwhelming death energy covered a hundred miles, forming a hazy, grey mountain ridge that even his Divine Sense couldn’t penetrate, which secretly startled him even more.

Then he pinched his fingers to calculate, discovering the epicenter of this earthquake, he immediately knew what was going on, and directly cursed at the two Sword Servants hurriedly flying over,

"How does your young master nurture such a bastard character! So hypocritical, so awkward! Since he knew there was a disaster, why not discuss it with others, instead he made us angry and drove us away! Standing alone against it, what’s he trying to prove!"

Hui Ming Zhan Tie also saw the death energy so intense in the fissures, and the commotion, knowing this demon was powerful. Currently wounded by a sword and not yet recovered, he dared not rashly plunge into the sheath to die, so he could only stare anxiously, his heart burning.

"What should we do? Where did such a powerful Great Demon come from in Hebei!"

"We beg the Immortal to calm your anger, help us rescue the young master!"

Tie Dan was also frowning, constantly calculating.

"This death energy rushes to the sky, completely integrated, I cannot control it with my Nascent Soul Realm, hasn’t it surpassed my realm by two levels already?

But it doesn’t make sense, I’ve cultivated for a thousand years, why have I never heard of such a Demon Lord nearby?

Moreover, with the ancient Demon God’s seal breaking, the leaders of various Mystic Sects should have sensed something...

You all go to Zhaozhou! Ask Jun Cen True Monarch how Wangwu Mountain explains such anomaly, he can’t escape it either!

I’ll return to Kongsang Mountain to seek guidance from my ancestor!"

Hui Ming Zhan Tie also knew that such calamity surely needed to be reported to the master and widely invite fellow Daoists, so he complied with the order.

Tie Dan flew back to Kongsang Mountain, directly into the mountain, without regard for the disciples’ greetings, entered the cave in the back mountain, knelt before a shrine magic altar, mind blank as he chanted spells, mouth murmuring, projecting his Primordial Spirit, Tie Dan exiting the body.

"Disciple Tie Dan, as seen, as heard, begging ancestor’s protection, to point out the maze..."

So Tie Dan knelt and worshiped in front of the shrine, shooting a Divine Light from his forehead into the brow of the tribute on the altar, the shattered, destroyed yet repaired, but faceless Xuan Nu statue.

"Begging ancestor’s protection, to point out the maze..."

...

"Begging ancestor’s protection, to point out the maze..."

...

"Ancestor..."

...

"Tch, it’s another disaster..."

Chen Xuantian sensed something, frowning involuntarily.

The young female Tie Dan, just as her flying sword was about halfway out, heard the voice and quickly stopped, neither advancing nor retreating, forced to pirouette on one foot like a ballerina, she turned head to question the old man behind her, who appeared like withered wood.

"Master, master, did I, I, do something wrong?"

Chen Xuantian shook his head,

"No, my body is tired, I must go back to seclusion.

The skills taught to you must be cultivated diligently, improving with precision, do not let the inheritance of Kongsang Mountain be cut off."

Tie Dan paused for a moment, suddenly realizing something, immediately kowtowing deeply on the ground.

Chen Xuantian shook his head,

"Do not behave like a child, you are already among the Mystic Sect People, always remember that the Daoist Heart is unwavering.

After this, Master cannot protect you any longer, this path, you must walk it alone."

Tie Dan lifted her head, nodded resolutely.

"Yes, rest assured, Master."

Then the old man, hunched over, walked back to the back mountain, sitting down in front of the faceless Xuan Nu statue in the cave.

Then the old man’s eyes rolled with a flash of blood, his skin sack dissolved into ash, scattered like black clouds, with no corpse left behind.

Shortly after, only the Blood God’s Son beneath the shell slowly manifested a blood shadow.

Unexpectedly, in a blink of an eye, ten years had passed in seclusion at Kongsang Mountain.

In reality, the master’s Divine Thought had long dissipated, but relying on the solid foundation of the Old Xuan Sect, with the robust body, the remnants of Essence and Spiritual Qi in his skin sack dragged on until now.

Having received the other’s Daoist Collection, Chen Xuantian naturally had to pass on the teachings on behalf of the master, imparting the Kongsang Mountain heritage to Tie Dan, letting her continue the Daoist tradition, basically leading her to the doorway, and thus the fate also concluded.

Of course, during the process of guiding Tie Dan, Chen Xuantian also greatly benefited, after all, he had to learn it himself first before he could teach it.

The ancient Daoist Skill is vast and profound, the Kongsang secret transmission also extensive, calculating array talismans, Primordial Spirit Secret Talismans, various Daoist Collections, had greatly enhanced his knowledge and experience.

It could be said that the ten years of seclusion at Kongsang Mountain truly was an Immortal Fate, a deep accumulation of knowledge, all his cultivation and learning, integrated comprehensively.

Previously, Tie Dan was like a high school student holding an encyclopedia, half-understanding using a dictionary, consulting the internet when things went wrong, and if there was no solution, he would draw his sword to chop. Now, Chen Xuantian is like a college student, immersed in study, having progressed for ten years, gaining fundamental insights into Magic Skills.

Honestly speaking, even if he really went to participate in the Mystic Sect Inner Sect’s small test now, Chen Xuantian was confident he would score sixty or seventy points.

With success, he planned to exit seclusion, but before going back, he had to clean up the mess for Dan.

"Void——"

The Blood God’s Son raised his right hand towards the cave, issuing a silent screech, the Primordial Spirit Secret Mantra echoing in the void,

The next instant, in the quiet valley, a gust of wind suddenly rose from Mingming!

Then a Black Hawk soared out from the voidless abyss!

With wings spanning over four meters, the giant hawk grasped the Blood God’s Son’s wrist like a shadow! Carrying him whistling into the air! Breaking straight through the heavens!

Um, Kun, say hello to everyone.

Eagle, "Chirp chirp."