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Since communication is so convenient, why do you need to inform me? If I know, won't you fear my interference?
If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, who would have thought that a Qilin could be nurtured here? Elder Tong sighed bitterly. My words carry little weight; they might not believe me. I need to take a drop of your Heart's Blood to let them sense your aura and prove that what I say is true.
This is your purpose for coming here.
Elder Tong urged, just a drop of Heart's Blood. The Qilin has a strong physique and natural healing abilities. After taking the blood, you will only feel weak for a day or two; it won't harm you fundamentally.
This matter carries considerable risk; I need time to think it over.
Of course, but the time for consideration shouldn't be too long. I'm willing to wait, but Lifespan cannot afford to wait. Once I'm dead, no one will be able to ignite the Messenger Incense.
I will hurry.
Misha had already taken a step out but turned back again. If I can't get reliable news from my master, no matter how good the Upper Realm is, I definitely won't go.
Elder Tong's face briefly showed a smile before quickly fading. Perhaps no one had taught you before: once you enter the world of cultivation, the first cut is to sever ties with family and friends. Only by cutting off these connections can you eliminate distractions and focus solely on your training.
Misha countered him. I've only heard that cultivators speak of cause and effect. My master raised me and has risked his life for me several times. Knowing he might be in danger, I cannot pursue this matter further. When I ascend again and encounter the Inner Demon tribulation, I will undoubtedly perish.
Or are you only concerned about whether I can help you open the path to Ascend? After Ascending, whether I am good or bad will no longer concern you.
Elder Tong privately thought that it was already irrelevant. What friendship exists in the Upper Realm? Getting too close could lead to being stabbed in the back one day.
But what he thought in his heart could not be revealed.
It was my oversight; however, it's difficult to investigate matters from over a decade ago. If we truly can't find any results, can you still refrain from going up? I can't wait for you too long; this opportunity is rare, and missing it would mean a lifetime of regret.
It's your urgency to reach the Upper Realm, not mine!
Elder Tong, you've been operating in the Lower Realm for many years; your connections must be extensive. Let's make a deal: help me find my master—alive or dead—and I'll willingly give you my Heart's Blood!
Don't think about taking it for yourself.
Though you are a Deity and stronger than me by several levels, you're still old and frail. Even a slight injury could cost you your life.
While I'm merely stepping into the realm of immortals, my physique is robust, and with heaven's assistance, killing you won't be easy, but injuring you is not difficult at all.
Elder Tong's expression darkened further; he decided to give it a try.
Fine, I'll wait for your news. I'm not rushing you, but your body will urge you on.
Having won a small victory, Misha left feeling light-hearted.
Elder Tong sat in silence for a while before suddenly unleashing a fierce aura from within him, toppling all the bookshelves in the library. The precious books he once cherished soared into the air, scattered chaotically as they hovered above him.
After a precise, brutal, and controlled outburst, the items in the room returned to their places. Elder Tong picked up a pen and began to write slowly, as if the previous chaos had never happened.
Misha patiently waited for two days, during which she did not seek out Elder Tong again. Instead, she focused on diligently guiding Sang Qingxiao in learning the Divine Script.
When Elder Tong reappeared, his back seemed to hunch a little more. The two of them pretended not to notice and ignored him.
Elder Tong settled down by himself and placed a stack of books on the stone table. These were records he had gathered from the testimonies of the common people during Master’s ascent. From these accounts, it was clear that Master had indeed gone to the heavens and had not returned.
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