Summit of the Old Gods-Chapter 1124 - 1048: The Passing of the Old, Birth of the New

Chapter 1124: Chapter 1048: The Passing of the Old, Birth of the New

Recognize reality?

Lu Ran slowly knelt in front of the shrine.

Perhaps.

The so-called growth, maybe it is the process of continuously recognizing and accepting reality.

[I have nothing more to teach you, you no longer need my protection.] The Immortal Sheep’s voice was hoarse, [I have told you everything, my name, the meaning of my existence.

I should have left long ago.]

Lu Ran pursed his lips and still spoke: "No, you still have a lot to teach me. I just killed a true body of Jade Venerable and imprisoned a Jade Venerable Divine Soul..."

[You can try it yourself.]

"Try it myself?"

[You want to ask if the Divine Soul of Jade Venerable can be used to sculpt a divine statue?]

"Mm... mm."

[That is your path, Lu Ran, not mine.] The Immortal Sheep said faintly, [When you inherit everything from me, you will know your own abilities.]

Lu Ran seemed to lose his strength.

Drooping his head, hanging his arms, silently kneeling in front of the shrine.

[Why be sad?] The Immortal Sheep’s laughter was somewhat hoarse, [I told you a long time ago, I will eventually dissipate.]

Lu Ran lowered his head, tugged at the corner of his mouth.

The smile was very reluctant, with a touch of bitterness.

[No need to be sad, Lu Ran.] The Immortal Sheep sighed long, [You will inherit all of me, as long as you still exist, I will continue to exist.]

A wave of sourness surged in Lu Ran’s heart, he whispered: "This disciple will inherit your legacy..."

[I have no legacy.]

"Ah?" Lu Ran raised his head and looked at the small shrine.

The small jade sculpture of the Immortal Sheep in the shrine was already completely black, smiling at Lu Ran: [The concept of no life and death is my philosophy, is the meaning of my existence, not yours.

Am I necessarily right?

No, I am an old thing! Lu Ran, I am old and should be eliminated.]

Lu Ran stared blankly at the small shrine.

[You are a thinking being, even if you are about to stand in my place, you... are still yourself.]

The Immortal Sheep laughed hoarsely again: [Walk your own path! Lu Ran, if you have to say what my legacy is... I hope you find your own path.]

Lu Ran lowered his head and whispered: "This disciple will remember it."

"Phew~"

The strong fluctuation of divine power emerged.

Waves of eerie and piercing aura, like invisible tides, continuously crashed against Lu Ran.

He slowly turned his head and saw a fiercely burning Black Fire Sheep Head.

Those Dead Sheep Eyes that should have been lifeless, but this time, Lu Ran saw a hint of a smile in its eyes.

"I have devoured too many god demons, too many." The Black Fire Sheep Head slowly floated over, "I continuously deprived them of life, making them gradually decay, until they dissipated."

Lu Ran pressed his lips tightly.

"I have always used the lives of god demons to practice my perseverance, seeking the meaning of my existence." The Black Fire Sheep Head hovered before Lu Ran, "Now, it’s my turn."

The Black Sheep Head slowly lowered its nose, gently touching Lu Ran’s forehead: "No need to be sad, young sepulcher.

My death is the only thing that makes my perseverance worthy of being called perseverance.

My death is what will give my existence true meaning."

"Phew~" The black flame on the sheep head, through its nose, spread to stain Lu Ran’s forehead and eventually covered his body.

Not scorching.

Instead, it felt a bit chilly.

It wasn’t an illusion, as the room was filled with gusts of yin wind, and this blazing black fire was the tangible embodiment of "death energy," engulfing the entire room.

"Buzz~" The Rebirth Coin String at his waist started to tremble.

In the Demon Cave Bamboo Sea—Rebirth Hall.

"Ding ding ding~"

Thousands of red strings moved without wind, the end of the strings tied with solitary copper coins, constantly swaying and touching each other, the crisp sound echoing endlessly.

Deep in the hall, on the mat in front of the Forgotten Spring Divine Sculpture, a woman in a black dress suddenly raised her head, revealing a sickly pale face.

"Lord Wang Quan?" Li Rouyin was bewildered, her empty eyes sweeping across the hall.

In another dimension, watching strings of copper coins shaking continuously.

[Sigh...] A long sigh imprinted into her mind.

"My Lord, what happened?" Li Rouyin had never seen such a scene.

This eerie Ghost Hall was already frightening enough.

And now, the Rebirth Coins for some reason became so agitated, causing the trapped dead souls among them to continuously cry out miserably and wail in pain.

[Lu Ran has inherited that Lord’s position.]

Li Rouyin’s face was shocked, and a blasphemous yet reasonable thought emerged: "He... he became a god?"

[A god, hehe.]

Wang Quan chuckled softly, murmuring: [More than a god...]

More than a god?

More?

Li Rouyin was stunned for a long while, then put her hands together: "Is there something in this world stronger than gods... mm, things?"

[Rouyin, let me ask you, what does our Forget Spring Sect represent?]

"Death." Li Rouyin replied without hesitation.

[Mm.] Wang Quan lightly acknowledged, [But I can only lightly dabble in related skills, luckily able to glimpse the two realms of yin and yang.]

Li Rouyin was even more surprised.

To the world, gods have always been supreme and incredibly mysterious beings.

Lord Wang Quan was the same.

But now, Lord God was full of emotion, speaking humbly, with even a slight tone of self-deprecation.

Why is it like this?

Today, why is Lord Wang Quan willing to speak so much?

Is it because... Lu Ran is his friend?

[You say we represent death, then what would exist above us?]

Li Rouyin came back to her senses, pondered deeply for a long time, and still bowed her head:

"Forgive this disciple’s dullness, I cannot figure it out."

[Death... itself.]

Li Rouyin’s body trembled slightly, indeed not expecting this point.

Yes, gods are beings above all life, and what surpasses gods can only be the law of nature.

It is the concept itself!

[Rouyin, it is time for you to make the final preparations to share the Divine Position with me.]

Li Rouyin’s eyes widened slightly: "Disciple... Disciple does not dare."

[Your beloved Qin Yanzhi is now under Lu Ran’s command, transformed into a god, do you not wish to be with him for eternity?]

Li Rouyin opened her mouth: "I..."

Wang Quan whispered: [New life can assist me in fighting death, delaying decay, do not feel offended, you are helping me extend my lifespan.]

"Disciple... obeys!"

[Go find Lu Ran, bring a Rebirth Coin String, I will let the coins guide you.]

Li Rouyin softly inquired: "What is the purpose of visiting him?"

[For me to pay homage to that lord, and to convey congratulations to Lu Ran... Lord, and to request joining Ran Sect, becoming one of his followers.]

Li Rouyin: !!!

Since when has she seen Lord Wang Quan so humble?

"Yes." Li Rouyin bowed her head in response.

She really did not think some things needed to be asked for.

She considered she knew Lu Ran, understood his nature, Forget Spring Sect had done so many things for Lu Ran, he would certainly be willing to reciprocate.

Yet Lord Wang Quan still humbled himself greatly.

Li Rouyin picked up the Blind Stick, stood up, took a Rebirth Coin String from the hall, and after bowing to the Forgotten Spring Divine Sculpture, she left Rebirth Hall.

Three days later.

The sky over Rain Alley City was gloomy, with a fine drizzle falling.

In the Rain Alley Home District, in front of an old residential building, a Landing Mirror suddenly appeared.

A young man walked out, and was greeted by a woman in a straw raincoat.

"Evil Shadow Guardian." Qin Yanzhi immediately saluted, shivering involuntarily.

The rain in lunar September was indeed chill, but it wasn’t a great concern for this Heavenly Realm body.

Yet Qin Yanzhi shivered again.

A bone-chilling cold emanated from the old residential building ahead.

Under the gloomy rain, this residential building seemed dead in Qin Yanzhi’s eyes, resembling a sinister tombstone.

"Yanzhi?" A voice called from behind.

"Come." Qin Yanzhi turned at once, catching Li Rouyin’s pale, soft hand, leading her out of the Landing Mirror.

Yan Shuangzi stood quietly, observing the blind, black-dressed woman.

This person’s power was quite remarkable, clearly at the Heavenly Realm!

So young yet at such a realm, truly intriguing what methods she used for cultivation.

As Yan Shuangzi looked on, she noticed a sudden focus in the black-dressed woman’s vacant eyes, fixing precisely on the first floor of the residential building.

"Evil Shadow Guardian, this is my girlfriend Li Rouyin, also a friend of the Sect Leader, here for a visit," Qin Yanzhi said, hastily adding, "I have already consulted Lady on this matter."

"Hmm." Clearly aware of this matter, Yan Shuangzi turned and began to walk, "Come."

"Let’s go, Rouyin." Qin Yanzhi supported the slender woman, moving forward slowly.

As they stepped into the building, Li Rouyin’s already pale face turned even paler.

Yan Shuangzi keenly perceived that this blind woman seemed to "see" the way, accurately finding the security door of the first-floor residence.

It was rather astonishing.

Yan Shuangzi led the two inside, speaking softly: "He is waiting for you in the southernmost left-hand bedroom, go ahead."

"Yes."

Qin Yanzhi passed through the living room, his limbs growing stiffer.

Waves of cold aura, invisible yet truly present, invaded and pierced through his flesh.

When they reached the small bedroom doorway, they both stopped.

Inside, a young man in a Black Gold Emperor Robe knelt before a Small Divine Shrine.

His head hung low, his face expressionless, with semi-transparent black flames burning on his body.

"Gulp." Qin Yanzhi swallowed, kneeled on one knee, trembling as he greeted, "Sec... Sect Leader."

Qin Yanzhi was a god, this Heavenly Realm body’s soul crafted from God and Demon Residue, should not fear any gods or demons.

Yet at the bedroom doorway, Qin Yanzhi couldn’t help his racing heart, his breath even halted!

"Lord." Li Rouyin spoke softly, also bowing respectfully.

Inside the residence, deathly silence prevailed.

From beneath the broad robe’s sleeve, the young man’s black-fire-encased hand toyed with a peculiar flame pattern.

He slowly turned his head, his black horizontal pupils eerie and cold, his gaze enveloping the majestic Heavenly Realm at the door.

Whether Heavenly or God Realm, it mattered not.

Through those handsome and beautiful exteriors, he saw two trembling souls.

The boundary between life and death was no longer clear.

Souls were merely wailing Dead Souls temporarily dwelling within living bodies.

They curled and howled.

In dimensions invisible to the living, they begged for mercy from him.

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