CHAPTER 528: CHAPTER 314: FORGETFULNESS IS A TRADITION_3

The ancestral master’s underground palace was brightly lit.

And the ancestral master, or rather, his spectral figure, stood in front of Tang, tilting his head and looking at him.

The spectral figure was faint, but the face was still clear; it was the image of the ancestral master in his youth.

The ancestral master wore a loosely fitted blue Taoist robe, his hair bun was neat, and his thin cheeked, almond-shaped eyes looked at Tang with interest.

"Boring, just teasing you, look how scared you are, don’t say you’re my descendant when you go out." The ancestral master’s spectral figure glanced at the still-unconscious Tang and Hu Jiusan and shook his head.

"You, you didn’t die? You’ve lived until now?" Tang wasn’t afraid, but curious.

"Thinking too much, kid." The spectral figure of the ancestral master laughed, "Everything in the world has its end, even rocks, and so do I."

"Then what are you?" Tang reached out, wanting to touch him, but his hand went straight through the ancestral master’s body.

"A wisp of breeze, a lingering sound, I am but a thought I left behind before I died, attached to that stone stele.

"It’s only when someone unlocks the secret within that Fengshui secret technique and brings it into the Hall of Enjoyment that I am awakened."

The spectral figure of the ancestral master waved his hand, and Tang’s Hundred Treasures Bag was opened directly, his ever-guarded Dragon Tiger Mountain iron scroll floated into the ancestral master’s hand.

"Not bad, this thing hasn’t been lost."

The spectral figure of the ancestral master looked at the names on the iron scroll, watching the names change from familiar to unfamiliar, and sighed as he handed it back to Tang.

"Tell me about the Fengshui secret technique."

"Alright, it’s like this..."

After verifying the identities of Tang and Tang and inquiring about the diary, the spectral figure of the ancestral master nodded, then turned his back and walked deep into the tomb passage, signaling Tang to quickly follow.

"My time isn’t much, come with me."

Tang responded, but first, he checked the breath of Tang and Hu Jiusan and shook them; seeing that they wouldn’t wake, Tang had no choice but to take out a couple of small blankets, cover them, and quickly followed the spectral figure of the ancestral master.

"This underground palace is not buried underground but rather hidden in the cracks between the tangible and intangible, the real and unreal, ethereal and indefinite, without that diary and me as guides, no one can enter."

The spectral figure of the ancestral master explained.

"Since we’ve come in, what exactly is the secret you hid? Can you just tell me directly?" Tang asked.

"Sorry, I don’t know either." The spectral figure shook his head, "I am who I am, yet not myself. In front of you is merely a wisp of thought, and I can’t remember many things. And after a few more two-hours, I’ll be gone."

"Don’t," Tang said anxiously, thinking to himself that the level of immortal cultivation in the Four Continents today surpassed that of the early Dongqi by far, maybe there was a way to make the ancestral master live again.

And the ancestral master’s spectral figure seemed to see through Tang’s thoughts.

"I’ve been carefree half my life, toiling half my life, seeing the mountains I should see, walking the roads I should walk.

"You don’t need to worry about this old ghost anymore.

"Because I’m tired.

"Now is your era, and it has nothing to do with me."

The spectral figure of the ancestral master said.

"Don’t think about what’s not there, just keep up with me."

"Alright."

After walking for a while, Tang felt that the tomb passage seemed endless, and the feeling of being inside somewhat resembled that of the Jade Book Illusion Realm.

Probably because of boredom from walking, Tang chatted with the spectral figure of the ancestral master about the changes in the outside world today.

Upon learning that Dongqi was gone and the Four Sects had become Six Sects, the ancestral master merely chuckled lightly, without saying much.

Then they talked about the Thousand Mechanism Pavilion, the Hundred Demons Sect, the current situation of the three tribes, and the war that destroyed the Central Continent.

And the spectral figure of the ancestral master just listened quietly.

Though Tang was talkative, briefly telling some things always brought it to a close, until he had nothing more to say, Tang asked a question.

"You don’t know what your hidden secret is? Then do you know why you did it?"

The spectral figure was silent for a long time, and then he spoke.

"It must have been to repay a debt, I... we’re here."

The spectral figure of the ancestral master stopped and turned to look at Tang.

In a daze, the bright tomb passage before Tang disappeared.

It was replaced by a similarly bright but utterly empty room.

"Take that thing out." The ancestral master looked at Tang with his back to the room and said.

"What should I take?" Tang tiptoed in to take a look but saw nothing.

"Bring whatever there is."

"But there’s nothing there..."

"Impossible."

"Really, if you don’t believe me, take a look yourself."

"I won’t look."

"If you don’t look, how do you know it’s impossible? Maybe you lost that thing yourself."

"Impossible, I... what, where is it?"

The spectral figure of the ancestral master turned to look, and indeed the room was empty.

Tang shook his head, indicating he knew nothing.

...

In the Illusion Realm.

Zhang Ze and his master Li Guanqi were asking each other questions to prevent the other from getting lost in the Illusion Realm.

Li Guanqi, "Where did I find you?"

Zhang Ze, "What’s with the word ’find’, it sounds so unpleasant.

"You met me fifty miles east of You County, Xiaotun Village.

"Back then, you saw my dignified appearance and exceptional talent with the potential of a great emperor, and were moved by love for talent, so you brought me back to the Sword Sect."

Li Guanqi, "So much nonsense, it’s your turn to question me."

Zhang Ze, "Alright, I’ll ask then."

Li Guanqi, "If you have something to say, say it quickly."

Zhang Ze naturally asked a few boring questions, but his master also naturally answered them one by one, then suddenly ambushed him with,

"Who was your first sweetheart?"

Li Guanqi, "It was..."

Old Li only let out one word before realizing it, and looking at Zhang Ze, this little rascal, pointed at the door and said, "Get out."

"Ah, your disciple will get out right away."