Mortal's journey to immortality

Where there are good things, there are naturally bad and sad things.

Sect leader Liu An and Treasure Pavilion Master Chen Dong devoted themselves to the development and stability of the Dream Sect. However, due to the arrival of their deadlines, they passed away one hundred and four hundred and fifty-five years ago respectively.

Chen Yaer cried bitterly twice in succession. She also understood that the dead cannot be resurrected. No matter how heartbroken she was, she had to live well. If she wanted to enter the upper realm, she had to work harder and live diligently.

Thinking about how kind the two seniors were to him and how they taught him to remain calm and composed, Wang Lu felt as if a huge rock was pressing on his heart, and he felt depressed and painful for a long time.

The position of the sect leader was chosen by everyone and was given to Tian Yidong, while the treasure pavilion was handed over to Chen Yaer.

At this point, the Dream Sect welcomed a new generation, and the torch was passed on and would never be extinguished.

His senior sister Xie Lingyun, whom he missed very much and wanted to meet again, went out traveling fifty years ago and has been missing ever since.

It seems that the curse of not being able to ascend for 40,000 years not only bothers him, but also tortures all the outstanding people in this world who fight against fate to the end.

Everyone has his own path. He cannot interfere or stop it. All he can do is give sincere wishes.

Good luck, sister.

A year passes quickly.

During this time, Chen Yaer accompanied him to the sect's ancestral cave to pay homage to the two old men and all the ancestors of the Fantasy Sect throughout history.

He also visited the various branches of the sect and several large families, and convened an unprecedented conference to preach and answer questions.

He also took Chen Yaer and Ding Yuting to the Aoshan Villa in Yushan, Liupi Mountain, and accompanied his master and the five ancestors of the Liufu Sect until they got drunk and could not get up.

From then on, Aoshan Villa was handed over to Yuting to manage.

The three of them also returned to Yunwu Mountain, their hometown in Xiangxiang Kingdom.

After so many years, my parents' graves are still kept clean and tidy by the gravekeepers, and there are constant burning of incense, candles and paper money.

Wang Lu deliberately checked these children who were grave keepers one by one, and to his disappointment, none of them had spiritual roots.

However, he instructed Ding Yuting to come every ten days or so, and if there were people with spiritual roots, they could be brought to the small and medium-sized sects under the jurisdiction of the Fantasy Sect, which would be considered a chance for them.

After returning to the sect, Wang Lu summoned Diao Xianping and Xiong Xinyuan separately.

When I saw Diao Xianping again, his temperament had changed drastically. He became calm and composed, and had an air of a man who was in control of the situation.

Over the past six hundred years, he not only condensed his Nascent Soul, but also cultivated to the point where he was only one step away from the middle stage of the Nascent Soul.

With his rapid growth, Wang Lu felt much more at ease.

Xiong Xinyuan, on the other hand, was so beautiful that she could scare the moon away. She had also reached the early stage of the Nascent Soul stage, but her cleverness and delicacy could be seen through her body.

It seems that he has inherited the true teachings from his senior sister Xie Lingyun.

Diao Xianping was obviously very scared of this junior sister. When he saw her, he almost ran away.

Wang Lu just smiled and passed it off, which shows how clever Xiong Xinyuan is.

He briefly told the two about his past experiences with their master and father Xiong Canzhi.

When talking about how he entrusted his beloved daughter to her on his deathbed, Xiong Xinyuan, who was always lively and bright, had red eyes but she didn't shed a single tear.

Yes, the girl also perfectly inherited Xiong Canzhi's perseverance.

On the contrary, Diao Xianping couldn't stop crying, showing his deep affection and loyalty.

No wonder he is not as mysterious and deliberate as other divination masters.

This is a kind of fearless magnanimity. No wonder he can enter the Nascent Soul stage with an above-average level.

Wang Lu praised in his heart.

After they calmed down, he asked the two of them to demonstrate their respective skills, magical powers, life-saving magic weapons and extraordinary skills, and used his snow-eyed ability to give them simple guidance.

However, he did not make any comments.

Everyone has his or her own path, and each path is different, so they need to pursue and understand it on their own.

After the two men left respectfully, he originally planned to meet this kid Qiu Zhen, but this guy had been out for training for five hundred years after condensing his Nascent Soul.

The boy was very much liked by Xie Lingyun and Tian Yidong, which made Xie Lingyun worry about him from time to time.

Fortunately, this guy is lucky and the command plate is intact, otherwise, it would have been a huge loss for the sect.

Wang Lu very much agreed with his approach. There is always a way out. Only by going out can you find a way out.

How can one appreciate the wonders of the world and the magic of creation while hiding in the Western Desert?

In order not to affect Chen Yaer's state of mind for cultivation, the two talked for a long time about the mysterious disappearance of her parents.

But there is still no clue. It seems that the secret tribe will find Yinluanxuan no matter what. With their complex and powerful network and trillions of information, they can see if they can find some useful clues.

Wang Lu stroked her hair lovingly and told Chen Yaer that as long as he was there, he would be able to unravel the dusty past.

Chen Yaer smiled sweetly and waved goodbye to him. The reluctance in her eyes almost melted Wang Lu's heart.

Song Fengyu said goodbye in a carefree manner: "Junior Sister Yaer, goodbye."

Then he pulled Wang Lu away without saying anything.

This time, Wang Lu did not leave a single talisman for the sect.

First, there was not enough time. He and Song Fengyu had already wasted too much time and could not delay any further.

Secondly, there are still some talismans in the storage bag, but he has other uses for them.

With Tian Yidong's great talent and strategy, he will be able to protect the Dream Sect as solid as a rock.

Before leaving, he had a long and detailed discussion with Senior Brother Tian and came up with some plans and arrangements.

There is no need to worry about Huang Yan for the time being. With this man's vision, he will understand some things and see some facts clearly.

Humph, if he dares to stir up trouble, I will make sure you die without a burial place.

The two came to the Seven Giant Cities from Fengming Valley.

After leaving the sect’s headquarters, Wang Lu headed straight towards the Spiritual Materials Pavilion.

Soon, he walked into the hall.

The Lingcai Pavilion was doing very good business, with the sounds of bargaining being heard constantly and the place bustling with people.

However, with the arrival of Wang Lusong Fengyu, everyone couldn't help but have the absurd reaction of "no talking, must be quiet".

In less than three breaths, the bustling hall became silent and you could hear a pin drop.

Not only that, even the second and third floors were extremely quiet without any sound.

With a slight "creak" sound, Yu Jia, who was wearing a goose yellow skirt, elegant and graceful, and intimidating without being angry, and had reached the great perfection of the Nascent Soul, floated down the spiral staircase.

Seeing Wang Lu, her smile blossomed like a flower. She hugged him and said almost incoherently: "Uncle Master, you finally came to see Xiaojia."

"Haha, here you are, aren't you? You're already a grown-up girl, not too young or too young, but you're still so irritable. Isn't that shameful?"

Yu Jia shyly let go of Wang Lu, glanced at Song Fengyu, and said with a grin: "Master uncle, your presence brings honor to the Lingcai Pavilion."

Song Fengyu's eyes flashed with surprise, and he nodded and said, "Xiao Jia, you are indeed worthy of the beauty of nature, as if it were created by nature."

He then casually added: "Okay, go do what you need to do."

As soon as the words fell, everyone's hanging hearts finally settled down.

Even though they knew the two would never do anything to them, they were still terrified.

Accompanied by Yu Jia's laughter and joy, the three of them came to a room on the top floor, the third floor.

Yu Jia chattered sweetly to Wang Lu: "Uncle Master, do you know that since you left the Western Desert for Zhongzhou, Sister Yaer was worried about my cultivation, so she came to the Spiritual Materials Pavilion to accompany me for a year. Sister Yaer is beautiful and kind-hearted. I have never seen a woman more beautiful than her. Haha, of course, Master can't compare to her..."

Listening to her continuous, lively and cheerful words, Wang Lu knew that Yu Jia was no longer the little girl who followed Zhu Ning back then. She had grown up.