Steadily becoming a saint, the immortal officials hired me to tend the horses

Chapter 965: Chapter 957: The Eerie True Yuan

When the Qilin Ancestor recounted his story, the Red Dust Supreme, the Evil Suppressing Immortal Monarch, the Jiucang Heavenly Monarch, Jin Xuan Old Immortal, and the Nine Tribulations Immortal Emperor were gradually drawn in.

Listening as the Qilin Ancestor spoke eloquently, they developed a new understanding of him.

Although the Qilin Ancestor was once the number one under heaven, among them he was the weakest; in terms of status, they all looked down on him.

Although the Nine Tribulations Immortal Emperor was not an Immortal God, she crossed realms and maneuvered with skill. Had she not entered the Wushishi Continent, she could have continued her spirited journey while the Qilin Ancestor voluntarily withdrew from the sight of the people, conceding his title as the number one.

Through the Qilin Ancestor’s narration, they saw Central Heaven from another perspective.

From desolation to prosperity, from loneliness to vitality, the Qilin Ancestor once reached the pinnacle, later abandoned by heaven and earth, continuously surpassed by those who came after, which allowed them to feel the harshness of Central Heaven.

From their viewpoint, the cultivation level of the Qilin Ancestor was not strong, but carefully considering, at the age of the Qilin Ancestor, their own cultivation was far inferior. They imagined being constantly overtaken by the younger generation, despite great efforts, appearing weaker, which indeed sounded cruel.

Su Han felt deeply that the life experiences of the Qilin Ancestor were quite suitable to be included in the Time Tao Book, using the Qilin Ancestor’s cause and effect as the axis, expanding unceasingly until writing the entire story of Central Heaven into the Time Tao Book.

Halfway through the tale, Su Han’s perception of the Qilin Ancestor had already changed, and he looked at the Qilin Ancestor with eyes full of admiration.

His change kindled a spark of hope in the Qilin Ancestor’s heart.

Perhaps this young man could be his hope of escaping from doom!

It wasn’t until dusk when the Qilin Ancestor finally finished his tale.

Shen Zhen also felt unsatisfied, suddenly having the desire to write a storybook, something she hadn’t picked up for many years.

Su Han stood up, bowed to the Qilin Ancestor, which left the Qilin Ancestor both honored and surprised, following with a bow in return.

However, Su Han’s next words extinguished the hope in the Qilin Ancestor’s heart.

“Your tale is moving. I will help remember it, and in this lifetime, do well by redeeming yourself here.”

The Qilin Ancestor was almost stifled, thinking, all that was moving, and you just say this?

Su Han, seeing his expression, was more amused.

Silly child, I just look younger than you, but in reality, I am older than you; how could you fool me?

Su Han turned away and left, hiding his achievements and fame deeply.

Shen Zhen similarly vanished in place.

The Red Dust Supreme and others watched the Qilin Ancestor for a while, then each withdrew their gaze, preparing to rest.

They were already accustomed to the life of working at sunrise and resting at sunset. Unable to cultivate during the day, they could ponder Daoist techniques at night.

To this day, their hearts had calmed, no longer holding such strong negative emotions, because their inability to resist left them only to passively accept.

Once they quieted their minds, they found the days not so difficult to endure, gradually reducing their resistance and aversion.

This interlude did not change the attitude of the Red Dust Supreme and others towards the Qilin Ancestor. More often, the six maintained an attitude of not interfering with each other, each having a high degree of pride, unwilling to let others know their identity.

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Who could become the second Merit Immortal?

This question became a topic of discussion in various dojos of Central Heaven, with countless cultivators adding charity and virtue to their lives, many hidden great powers coming out to preach and benefiting all living beings.

The great powers selflessly dedicated, and the young cultivators aided all beings, creating an unprecedented prosperous era, making it difficult for the path of evil demon to survive; even the high-ranking great powers weighed the pros and cons more cautiously when acting.

This kind of Central Heaven shocked those Ascenders, letting them feel the real distinction between Central Heaven and All Heavens and Myriad Realms.

Simultaneously, all living beings’ recognition and faith towards the Heavenly Dao and Celestial Court quickly rose, also strengthening the Celestial Dao Destiny, thus benefiting Central Heaven, forming a cycle.

A thousand years later.

The True Yuan Ancestor returned to Inch Island and saw Xuanwu fishing, feeling a bit dazed.

Compared to when he left years ago, Xuanwu had not changed at all.

“You’re back?”

Xuanwu’s voice floated over, the tone calm.

Hearing his words, the True Yuan Ancestor sobered up, assured by Xuanwu’s tone that the traces of time remained.

“Yes, there is one thing I’m puzzled about, and I’d like to ask Master.”

The True Yuan Ancestor walked towards Xuanwu while speaking, his gaze turning to the mountains within Inch Island, filled with nostalgia.

Ever since he was born, he had visited many places, but the one place he truly considered home was Inch Island.

Every blade of grass and tree here made him feel familiar, even though the flora had changed, still everything felt familiar.

He came beside Xuanwu, and after a simple chat, Xuanwu didn’t ask much, their interaction was quite dull, yet they didn’t feel distant.

The True Yuan Ancestor sensed changes in Xuanwu, seemingly there were great fortunes during the years he left.

Afterward, the True Yuan Ancestor climbed the mountain, arriving within Gu An’s courtyard.

Gu An was carving a wooden statue, looking up at the True Yuan Ancestor with a gentle smile.

Regarding the True Yuan Ancestor, he was very satisfied. This disciple’s mentality and actions aligned with his preferences, and he was very responsible.

After gaining control as the Daoist Emperor, the True Yuan Ancestor did not act recklessly, becoming even more low-profile. He relied not only on the Daoist Emperors for enlightenment but also shared his achievement with them for mutual progress.

The current Daoist Emperor had already evolved, no longer solely relying on mutual killing or devouring destiny to strengthen; they also explored the Great Dao together.

The True Yuan Ancestor arrived in front of Gu An, respectfully saluted, and then asked, “Master, Daoist Emperor…”

Gu An raised a hand to interrupt him, then put down the wooden statue with the other hand, looked at him, and asked, “Along this path, did you sense anything?”

“Sense?”

The True Yuan Ancestor was puzzled, thinking Gu An was asking about his cultivation and thus fell into deep thought, considering how to respond.

His thoughts raced, and within less than two breaths of time, he organized all his words, ready to answer. Suddenly, Gu An kicked the wooden statue towards him.

This wooden statue had only the upper half of a human figure, without a carved face, and faced with the statue’s fling, the True Yuan Ancestor instinctively dodged.

“Master…”

The True Yuan Ancestor showed a puzzled expression, yet before the second word came out, he swiftly turned around, and looking in the direction of his gaze, the wooden statue had already disappeared.

His brows furrowed tightly, feeling as though something was stuck in his throat, very uncomfortable.

In the invisible space before him, at this moment, a pitch-black figure was facing him, holding the wooden statue kicked over by Gu An.

The pitch-black figure was no more than seven steps away, so close, yet the True Yuan Ancestor could not see his presence, still maintaining vigilance, waiting for him to reveal himself.

“Who are you exactly?”

A hoarse and cold voice resonated. The pitch-black figure asked not the True Yuan Ancestor, but Gu An.