Chapter 1282 - 565: Maybe I Could Become the Ancestors of the Greats_2

Chapter 1282: Chapter 565: Maybe I Could Become the Ancestors of the Greats_2

Seeing themselves using all their skills, and with Shanqing and Cloud coming to try together, the three joined forces, yet still could not harm Lin Li in the slightest.

Even if his upper body clothes turned to dust, and he was struck flying hundreds of meters, even embedded into the mountain by a punch, Lin Li was completely unscathed, aside from moving slowly.

Although the three no longer had physical bodies, their cultivation hadn’t retained even a tenth, but this was not something Lin Li could resist.

This sufficiently proved their words were true.

"Alright, Lin Li, with these abilities, if you can leave the forbidden land, this plan becomes more feasible."

Shan Qing Daoist clapped his hands and laughed, appearing quite excited.

Deng Wen nodded: "Since Lin Li, you intend to do this, and are capable, it will benefit us as well, and we will definitely cooperate, but..."

Guan Zhu continued, her tone carrying a trace of seriousness and the vicissitudes of time:

"—It’s just, Lin Li, you must understand, that battle a hundred years ago was extremely tragic, sweeping across the entire Cultivation Realm, not just the ’sacrifice’ of us three.

Our friends, disciples, sect members, almost all of them participated in the war. We are fortunate to have retained a bit of soul here to suppress the demons, compared to those outside..."

The excitement on Shanqing Daoist’s face also slightly receded, with a sigh: "Yes, who would’ve thought after so many years, one must reminisce again about these sad matters.

Lin Li, Grandpa was from Qing Yuan Sect and was a great elder at the time.

During the war a hundred years ago, the elders and true disciples of the sect all followed Grandpa into battle. Although the situation wasn’t clear, it was surely heavily tragic, and now a hundred years have passed, who knows if the sect still exists, how many old friends are still alive...it’s truly uncertain.

Grandpa’s close friends, like Chi Xiao and Xuan Ji...were strong back then, but even they walked the path before Grandpa in such a large-scale battle."

Guan Zhu added:

"In my life, I was passionate about martial arts, never founding a sect, but served as a guest or named disciple at several major sects like Tian Wu Sect and Divine Fist Sect.

I also guided some gifted younger generations, counting as my named disciples, and had a few friends, all heroic individuals who shared my temperament.

But equally, most of them joined the battlefield, with uncertain life and death, a hundred years is not too long for high-level cultivators, but having experienced such a catastrophe, probably few survived."

Deng Wen was the most straightforward, his background also the simplest:

"I, a loose cultivator, had no sect or disciples, lived a wandering life, and had a few friends—all swordsmen, but...Sword Cultivators are often arrogant and love to compete. They often charged ahead in such wars, and many perished. After a hundred years, who knows if they are still around and where they might be," same uncertainty.

The words of the three all hinted at the uncertainty of the destiny of their old friends.

Even Shanqing and Deng Wen, who were usually carefree, spoke with a slightly heavy tone.

A century in the Cultivation Realm isn’t long, but coinciding with a war against demons, it changes too many things.

If one were to think pessimistically, it’s even unknown whether humans or demons now lead the outside world.

Lin Li understood and nodded thoughtfully.

He had already anticipated these things, so he prepared to speak:

"I understand that a hundred years, plus that war, naturally brings huge changes. Though success is governed by fate, it ultimately lies in human effort, and trying isn’t harmful.

The important thing is to take the first step and establish a channel connecting this forbidden land with the outside.

Even if your old friends have withered away, perhaps finding their sect’s successors or disciples, or people who know more about the great war might offer new breakthroughs. Moreover, appearing randomly outside could present unexpected chances, encountering unexpected people or events.

This ability of the Parasitic Seed, after all, must be used. Finding the old acquaintances of the three of you would be ideal, but if not, since it causes no harm to others, using it on others is the same.

Besides, setting aside my personal wants, with your sacrifices and current efforts, as long as the outside human cultivators haven’t declined, even if not old friends, it would still be extremely meaningful to them, and most likely they would find ways to rescue you three."

"Good child, it’s enough you have this heart," Shan Qing Daoist patted Lin Li’s shoulder with a hearty laugh, "But we three forfeited our bodies to suppress and obliterate these Demon Race remnants, this was our chosen destiny and mission that we must complete ourselves.

No matter how extraordinary the outside means are, they cannot, or rather should not rescue us."

"For once the old guy speaks human words, indeed, Lin Li, seeing an unexpected change like you is a pleasant surprise. As for us, we have no regrets, I’ve got so much anime left to watch, even if you let me out now, I wouldn’t want to go," Deng Wen lazily said.

"What’s truly important is passing along our hundred years of insight, experiences on the brink of extinction, especially perhaps unnoticed strategies, weaknesses during the war against demons, as well as any cultivation insights that might not have been lost to the younger cultivators outside. That, is where our greatest value lies."

"Yes indeed, Lin Li, if at that time you can find my descendants from Qing Yuan Sect, or even just righteous cultivators of humanity, have them call you Grandpa.

As long as you impart the exceptional thunder skills I developed against the Demon Race, and the insights I’ve gained from your Divine Power and cultivation technique, and the methods summarizing how to counter Demon Race remnants over these years.

To put it simply, any disciple of mine calls you...never mind, let them call you Grandpa. They will likely call you but secretly flip my picture afterwards. Better let them call you big brother...

I’m sorry for the trouble."

Lin Li: "..."

Who am I troubling? And who wants to be Grandpa?

Old Deng, stop adding unnecessary settings to me like this, Granny Guan’s gaze is becoming more and more peculiar!!

What kind of group is this, how did I, a good-hearted grandpa, become this way, it’s been only three months, computer games truly corrupt deeply...

"Also my insights into Sword Dao...this hundred-year meditation has deepened my understanding of sword intent. If old friends still live, pass it to them; if they have withered, then announce it to the world, and if it can inspire future Sword Cultivators, it would be worthwhile."

"Martial arts body-tempering, it also has its principles," Guan Zhu simply stated, "I have some ideas that might benefit Body Cultivators..."

"..."

The three exchanged words, immediately reaching an agreement.

Perhaps all four reached an agreement.

"Lin Li, do you have pen and paper?"

"Of course I do." Lin Li patted his gourd, releasing a large number of papers.

No more words needed, the three immediately began writing.

The majestic scene of Qing Yuan Sect, Tian Wu Sect, Divine Fist Sect gates, the bases a hundred years ago, the characteristics of iconic sect formations, even methods to break them, appearances of several disciples and old friends, personalities, and only known ’tokens’ proving ’identity’ among them...

Since the three’s bodies were destroyed, everything brought with them was suppressed along with the Demon Race remnants, not retrievable, the only tangible things left within this enclosed world are Inverted Mountain, Purple Thunder, and Cyan Sky Flower.

So things like ’take it out and know I’m Shan Qing Daoist so quickly bow down’, such sect tokens, naturally don’t exist.

No worries though, technology changes life.

Mere tokens—

"Action!"

"Lin Li, don’t use beauty filters, just the normal shoot, wrinkles represent my experience, smoothing them out won’t do." Shan Qing Daoist, arranging his remains, instructed Lin Li facing him.

"I understand, Grandpa Shanqing," Lin Li nodded, steadily holding the phone, camera aimed at Shan Qing Daoist.

"Then let’s begin."

"Already started."

"Oh hey, say earlier! Cut these parts later!"

"Alright."

"Ahem—"

Shan Qing Daoist took a deep breath—

"Friends, juniors, I am Shan Qing Daoist, great elder of Qing Yuan Sect.

If you remember the tragedy of the human-demon war a hundred years ago, know that we have sacrificed our bodies to suppress the demon scourge, eternally anchoring our spiritual bodies upon this forbidden Inverted Mountain..."

"..."

"..."

"...If Qing Yuan Sect’s flame hasn’t ended, or if old disciples still exist, upon seeing this message, know that we are not dead, nor defeated. All my thunder skills, war-time insights are entrusted to Lin Li.

You may ask him, inherit my legacy, safeguard our human path, though the demon calamity is temporarily quelled, hidden dangers still remain, and we stand vigil here.

May you all...forge ahead, do not let down, the blood of ancestors!"

Speaking thus, Shan Qing Daoist’s gaze was ancient, as though reliving past scenes in his mind, he solemnly looked at the camera, or rather Lin Li beyond the lens, with deep words:

"Lin Li."

Lin Li was solemn: "I’m here."

"Is Grandpa like this, cool?"

Shan Qing seriously winked.

Lin Li: "Damn."