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Everything happening outside had no impact on Zuo Dao, and even Zuo Wang Peak seemed completely unaware of the outside world.
Yan Zhen and the other four were either in seclusion training or engaged in sparring matches, occasionally chatting over drinks, completely indifferent to the affairs beyond their walls.
During this time, Zuo Dao had refined a large amount of basic materials, filling three storage bags to the brim.
The Hundred Forgings technique restored Zuo Dao's strength to its original state, and he also discovered that his physical body was undergoing unknown changes.
The Primordial Form of the Great True Martial Body was a top-tier battle body in the divine realm. After being sealed by the Celestial Chain, the power within him rapidly drained away but did not dissipate externally; instead, it was devoured and stored by his cells in a way Zuo Dao could not comprehend.
The One Hundred Refinements Technique thoroughly activated his cells, which began to channel power back into his physical form. At the same time, the vessel sealing his power—the Celestial Symbol Chain—was being eroded and assimilated from within. Runes continuously deciphered by his cells integrated into his body.
"Ignorance is bliss! Ignorance means no flavor. What a mess of chaotic things are inside me, all jumbled together," Zuo Dao thought as he rested and relaxed, observing the changes within himself.
With a balance of tension and relaxation, he recalled Senior Yan Zi's reminder, compounded by his own nature as an undisciplined and forgetful individual.
Watching the runes flow within him, Zuo Dao felt like a production line. Countless new runes were generated, but it seemed wasteful.
"It's a pity I haven't delved into runes yet; otherwise, these would be such great materials!"
The Great Dream Hammer Technique had already been mastered. Even Zuo Dao couldn't believe it; once he perfected Hundred Forgings, the remaining four techniques—Shattering Rain, Star Cutting, Falling Sun, and Creation—fell into place with astonishing speed that left him somewhat incredulous.
Ignorance truly was terrifying. Zuo Dao was unaware that after experiencing the Divine Wrath calamity, he had undergone a profound transformation. He now contained the Rules of the Path and Unchanging Amidst Change; all rules existing in the world were grasped within him.
Gazing at the Wangfeng Platform tattoo on his palm, Zuo Dao suddenly felt nostalgic for Bie Xue Xian Ren, that old man.
"Snow Shard, oh Snow Shard, when will we meet again?" he thought with a hint of melancholy.
"Drunken Old Man, please don't misunderstand; I mean no harm—I just miss you all."
"Also, the wine here isn't as good as your stock! I really miss your wine."
"That world is called Moling, and the place I'm in now is called Moling Star. There's also a Zuo Wang Peak here. What the hell is going on? I'm just a young man who hasn't done anything wrong, never held a girl's hand, never kissed a girl. If that's considered a mistake, then I'll correct it!"
"So much has happened, and I don't have a single clue. I haven't even settled in one place before I'm moved again. It's really hard to get used to."
"My master and the others have been very good to me, but I know they feel uncomfortable inside. Even though I don't know why they haven't reacted, I know what I should do."
"Old Bie Xue, I've regained my strength now; I can do what I want to do."
After rambling for a while, Zuo Dao felt a bit better inside.
Since arriving in this world, Zuo Dao was still just a child. So much had happened in just a few years that even someone with nerves of steel would find it hard to bear. This time of venting was just what he needed.
But Zuo Dao knew that the real big events had yet to occur or were waiting for him.
In a daze, Zuo Dao felt as if he had returned to Wangfeng Platform, where the Drunken Old Man and Bie Xue Xian Ren were drinking together. Yan Zhen was practicing with his sword, Second Senior Brother Teng Chong and Third Senior Brother Ping were chatting, and the Yan Sisters were training their martial skills.
Everyone ignored Zuo Dao as he entered, seemingly not seeing him at all. No matter how much he shouted beside them, there was no response. He wanted to grab Ping to ask something, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't touch him, as if they existed in two different realms.
At that moment, fierce winds rose above Wangfeng Platform. Zuo Dao looked up and saw shadows of demons covering the ground.
What on earth is happening?
Meanwhile, at Ling Peak, inside First Cave, Cui Yongshang was discussing something with someone. The entire cave was surrounded by a sealing formation.
"Yong Shang, this great conflict of the world is an opportunity for our family and a chance for our clan. The Ancient Ancestor spent his lifespan calculating that our Cui Family has a chance to rise during this great conflict. However, the Ancient Ancestor also predicted bloodshed; if things go poorly, our entire Cui Family could face annihilation."
A middle-aged man sat across from Cui Yongshang.
"Although you belong to the external lineage, the Ancient Ancestor places great importance on your branch. Otherwise, when the mountain was sealed years ago, you wouldn't have been left outside as a nail in the Immortal Sect. You have developed quite well over the years."
As he spoke, the middle-aged man observed Cui Yongshang closely. After being away for so long, he still felt a bit uneasy about him. It was hard to gauge his true intentions at a glance, but for now, his attitude seemed acceptable. Moreover, since the bloodline spell of their ancestor still resided with the family, there was no fear of Cui Yongshang pulling any tricks.
"I heard that a few years ago, your only descendant was killed?"
From the moment he emerged from the Hidden Sect, Cui Yongshang knew that his good days were about to arrive. He could almost see the position of Sect Leader of the Immortal Sect beckoning to him. The efforts of several generations of his lineage were finally going to pay off.
As an external lineage of a Hidden Aristocratic Family, he was well aware of the strength of the Hidden Sect. Just take Mount Hua Immortal Gate; any elder sent by the Hidden Sect could easily resolve matters there.
The middle-aged man before him was Cui Yuan, the steward of the Cui Family within the Hidden Sect, and technically his cousin.
"Brother Yuan, these are things we should do as an external lineage. However, Jie'er did die unjustly; this is a conspiracy by that old scoundrel Jiang Chuan and Zuo Wang Peak. My son is truly a loss."
Cui Yongshang knew exactly how to act in this situation and spoke with tears in his eyes.
"Alright, don't be too upset. For us cultivators, life is long; we need not worry about future generations. I am here for two reasons: first, to hear about your situation and to help you seek revenge on behalf of our family; second, to ensure you take control of the Immortal Sect in the shortest time possible."
Cui Yuan could no longer tolerate his cousin's performance and interrupted him: "If necessary, our family will send people to help you eliminate obstacles."
With that, he tossed a Storage Ring to Cui Yongshang.
"I see you're on the verge of reaching Nascent Soul Stage. Here are some resources; make good use of them. Only by strengthening your power can you better execute our family's plans. Also remember: Mount Hua Immortal Gate must be outsmarted, not forcibly taken. If you jeopardize our family's major plans, you know what the consequences will be."
Cui Yongshang took the ring and paused at those words.
"Only through wisdom can we achieve our goals, never by force. Why is that?"
Cui Yuan glanced at him.
"I didn't want to tell you this, but it's not just our Cui Family; there will be more sects eyeing the Mount Hua Immortal Gate because it involves a great secret. What that secret is, the Ancient Ancestor didn't share with me. He only emphasized those eight words I just mentioned."
As soon as the Ancient Ancestor was mentioned, Cui Yongshang understood.
"Don't worry, it will only be through wisdom, never by force."
After all those years away from home, Cui Yuan still felt a bit uneasy about Cui Yongshang. Although he couldn't see anything amiss in the short term, his attitude seemed acceptable for now. Moreover, since the bloodline curse of their ancestor was still within the family, he wasn't worried about any schemes from Cui Yongshang. Thus, he didn't mind sharing this information. Some matters were better handled by Cui Yongshang himself.
Having conveyed what needed to be said, Cui Yuan didn't linger. He reminded Cui Yongshang to keep an eye on outsiders and to expedite plans to seize control of the Immortal Sect before leaving, leaving only Cui Yongshang alone in the cave.
"The Immortal Sect has a great secret, huh? As if I don't know?" Once Cui Yuan departed, Cui Yongshang revealed a strange smile. "Once I grasp this secret, not only will Mount Hua Immortal Gate be under my control, but the entire Cui Family—no, the whole Moling Star—will be mine."
His ambitions were laid bare.
In the following period, Mount Hua Immortal Gate was bustling with activity as a new batch of disciples joined and shone brightly within the Immortal Sect. They quickly established their reputation and popularity, gaining some power and forming their own factions. Meanwhile, Sect Leader Jiang Chuan remained indifferent to it all, letting things unfold naturally.
Only Zuo Wang Peak stood apart from it all, rejecting numerous talented disciples and once again stirring discontent among the other peaks, igniting a new wave of controversy.
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