I Slay Gods and Demons in the Deceit Night-Chapter 1224 - 646: Becoming the Yin Tianzi! (Part 2)
As a temple priest, he achieved the Primordial Spirit.
This accomplishment borrowed heavily from incense offerings and carried the Divine Skill of "Words Become Law."
Because of this, his physical body couldn’t bear the burden.
Over the years, he relied solely on the Power of Primordial Spirit to sustain his various secret techniques.
Being already old, his soul forcibly condensed the Primordial Spirit, but after many battles, the depletion of his Primordial Spirit’s mana was too severe, causing severe damage, almost to the point of collapse.
Three years ago, both his body and Primordial Spirit began to decay.
Initially, Wutong Divine Mother could still intervene to save him and maintain stability.
But now, the oil is exhausted, the lamp is extinguished, his lifespan is at its end.
This is fate.
The trace of time.
"The momentum of the Human Clan is supported by the descendants of the Human Clan; each generation has its mission."
The Saintess spoke thus, bowing in greeting.
"Indeed, each generation has its mission; my mission has come to an end."
Lord Lu sighed: "Originally, this life was spent in mediocrity. Who would have thought that in old age, I would meet Lin Yan, assist him in becoming a Saint Master, and initiate the law for ten thousand generations! Though I die, I leave a legacy that will bless the ages, a tribute to the esteemed predecessors, worthy of the successors..."
His eyes grew more clouded, his face paler, as he said: "If there is any regret in this life, it would be not being able to see the Saint Master once more."
Guiding Lin Yan to become a Saint Master, with the firmest belief, cutting through thorns, exterminating evil, and pioneering a great era for the Human Clan.
This was his greatest achievement in life.
It was also his greatest concern in life.
He often went to visit the old Qingling Duke’s Blessed Land to see Little Liu Zun.
The world does not know the true identity of Little Liu Zun.
But Lord Lu was aware that, in a sense, Little Liu Zun was part of the Saint Master.
He once met with Wutong Divine Mother to discuss this matter in detail.
Both he and Wutong Divine Mother believed that Little Liu Zun was merely in slumber, not withered.
This proved that Lin Yan, as the main body, was certainly not dead.
In ten years, the Saint Master is still alive!
Since he is not dead, he will surely return one day in the future!
Unfortunately, he would not see the day Lin Yan returns.
"I have lived my whole life without marrying or having children."
Lord Lu sighed: "In my later years, I met Lin Yan, saw his strong will, dedication to the Human Clan, his extraordinary talent, and rapidly advancing cultivation, so I devotedly nurtured him."
"Upon our first meeting, I knew his future was boundless, but I did not expect him to achieve such success."
"In my old age, I intended to end my days peacefully in High Willow City. Later, nurturing the Saint Master was merely to support the younger generation; I never thought it would bring any return to myself."
"I also thought that by the time he matured, my remains would have long been buried underground."
"Yet ten years ago, he had already shown me achievement, and these ten years brought me fame and recognition, even securing my name for future generations after my death."
"So, there are no regrets in this life."
Lord Lu trembled as he lifted his hand, pointing at the house ahead, saying, "The writings and efforts of my past ten years are there, waiting to be handed over to the Saint Master when he returns!"
The Saintess nodded solemnly.
Then Lord Lu looked at a black box beside him and continued: "Inside here is my remaining mana, with Words Become Law, and a gift left for him! After my death, you hand this to the Saint Master, and with a secret technique to burn it, it can connect Yin and Yang..."
The Saint Master is already capable of slaying Divine Spirits.
When he reappears in the world, he will certainly reach greater heights.
He has felt his life nearing its end for the past ten years.
However, with his cultivation, vision, and understanding, he could no longer aid Lin Yan.
Over the past decade, he exhausted all efforts to leave Lin Yan a gift.
"Lord Lu has given so much to the Saint Master. When the Saint Master reappears, he will surely be moved to tears of gratitude," the Saintess said softly.
"I don’t need him to be moved to tears; as long as it helps him, that’s enough."
Lord Lu chuckled and said: "Though he and I share no blood relation, in my heart, he is my grandson... As a man facing death, I’m simply preparing something for future generations."
He spoke like this, then softly said: "Help me outside to see this last sky."
The last wisp of vitality within him was slipping away.
The seal left by Wutong Divine Mother was now ineffective.
As he finished saying this, his face grew even more sallow, devoid of blood.
His eyes clouded, lids drooping, barely able to open.
"Help me up..."
"Alright."
A familiar voice sounded in his ear.
Then he felt strong arms lifting his shoulders, saying softly: "Grandfather, let’s take a walk outside."
"..."
Lord Lu’s whole body trembled.
The once-quiet Heart Realm suddenly surged at this moment.
The almost completely lost last wisp of vitality.
In this instant, it rippled.
He tried hard to open his eyes.
But his eyes felt extremely heavy.
Yet afterward, it seemed as if a powerful Qi Mechanism infused his body.
The dark scene before him gradually became clearer.
He stood in a daze, looking up to see a familiar face.
In ten years, time had left no mark on Lin Yan’s face.
Still as before, still young, still vibrant, full of energy.
"In the Netherworld, there is a place called Wangxiang Platform, where one can see the past of one’s life." Lord Lu whispered: "Has my True Spirit already entered the Netherworld?"
"The Netherworld cannot take you."
Lin Yan’s expression was solemn as he spoke.
He infused the Creation Seed into Lord Lu’s body.
The injuries of his Primordial Spirit gradually healed.
The decay of his body gradually reversed.
But for some reason, the death aura around Lord Lu did not dissipate, still lingering between his brows.
"His lifespan is over." The voice of the Divine Mother suddenly entered the ear.
"Lifespan?" Lin Yan paused briefly.
"Ten years ago, you pacified the Demon Domain and the Medicine Gatherer was nearly mad." 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦
The Divine Mother said: "The Marquis Lingyou of the Forbidden Land in East Mountain Prefecture feared the Medicine Gatherer would seize his foundation, devour his Dao Rhythm, so he took the entire dojo of East Mountain Prefecture into the Dayin River, following the stone gate into the Netherworld."
"To avoid being hunted by the Medicine Gatherer, he and all of the Mortal World’s Netherworld channels were destroyed within a year."
"Accordingly, there was no obstacle in the Mortal World for ten years until recently. But with recent disturbances, it seems the situation over there is dire. Perhaps it is related to the situation with Lord Lu."
Lin Yan furrowed his brow, asking: "But why does the task of reopening the Yin Yang Channel fall upon Lord Lu?"
The Divine Mother answered, "He was the one who sealed the Netherworld entrance with the Spirit Talisman. In truth, Lord Lu’s destiny should have been wiped from the Book of Life and Death a year ago."
"It is against the laws of yin and yang to defy the power of Reincarnation. Leaving such a force in defiance will not last long."
"Lording over the Refining God Realm himself, he could not endure against the forces of Reincarnation."
"But near the end of the last ten years, the end of his life was already approaching."
"With his cultivation, wisdom, and insight today, he found nothing he could do to help Lin Yan any further."
Yet he had spent a decade trying his best, leaving behind a gift for Lin Yan.
"If you are to defy yourself, I suspect that the Saint Master will be deeply grateful in the future." The Saintess said softly.
Lord Lu said with a smile, "I do not want him to be grateful, only that it will be useful to him, that’s enough."
"Even though he is not of my blood, in my heart, he is my grandson... A man who is about to die just wants to leave something for future generations, that’s all."
He said this, then said softly: "Help me outside, let me take one last look at the sky."
The last wisp of vitality within him was fading away.
The seals left by Wutong Divine Mother were also nullified.
After he spoke these words, his face grew more withered, drained of any color.
His eyes grew cloudy, his eyelids drooped, almost unable to open.
"Help me up..."
"Okay."
An familiar voice came to his ear.
Then he felt strong arms lift his shoulders and a gentle voice said, "Grandfather, let’s go out for a walk."
