The Eternal Calamity of the Heaven-shading

Chapter 192 Five Years
Deep inside Guijian Gate, a large palace stands.
When Wu Zhengfeng arrived late, several old men with white beards had already gathered here. They were all elders of Guijian Sect, and the weakest among them was also a great immortal of the second level.

"You are late, Elder Wu."

The one who spoke was the leader of Guijian Sect, whose cultivation had reached the third level of the Immortal Realm. Looking at the entire Tongtian Ancient Star, this might not be much, but for Guijian Sect, this was top-level combat power.

Wu Zhengfeng cupped his fists and said, "Sorry, Master, I found a good candidate on the way back, so I was delayed a little."

"Oh, good seedling?"

The sect leader seemed to be interested, and several elders nearby also cast curious glances at him.

Wu Zhengfeng shook his head and said, "No, his talent may not be as good as you think, but his character is excellent. I plan to examine him again. Once he passes, I will accept him as my last disciple."

Hearing this, the sect leader waved his hand slightly and simply changed the subject.

"Forget it. You are the elder who teaches the Dharma anyway. The sect trusts your vision. Let's discuss the matter concerning the ancestor's mausoleum."

The ancestor’s tomb!

At this moment, Wu Zhengfeng's face changed, and even his breathing became rapid. He subconsciously asked: "Master, are you going to..."

The sect leader nodded and replied, "That's right, Elder Wu. I plan to gather the strength of the entire sect to open the ancestor's mausoleum and obtain the inheritance and fortune within."

"But if we do this, it will definitely disturb the ancestor's deep sleep. If something goes wrong, can we afford it?"

Wu Zhengfeng argued with reason, and seemed to have thought of something. He added: "After all, when he was buried, he left a will that he was destined to return."

Hearing this, the leader of Guijian Sect said coldly, "Elder Wu, I know that our ancestor was studying the method of the Heavenly Lord of Tribulation before he died, hoping to be able to go through reincarnation and revive his true self one day. However, since ancient times, I have never heard of anyone who has truly achieved immortality. Even the Heavenly Lords have not achieved it, so our ancestor certainly cannot do it either. Instead of putting those things in the mausoleum, it is better to benefit future generations. And don't forget how dangerous the Guijian Sect is now."

As the words fell, Wu Zhengfeng was stunned and speechless.

In Guijianmen, when the ancestor is mentioned without any prefix, one person can be assumed to be the one, that is, the one Wu Zhengfeng mentioned when he was giving the popular science lecture on Lingbao. He once challenged the Chaos Heavenly Master Wang Bo who was at the Great Sage realm, but was easily defeated by the opponent with just over ten moves. From that moment on, he became disheartened and withdrew from the trial road and returned to Tongtian Ancient Star.

Of course, in the eyes of later generations, losing to Chaos Lord of the same realm is not a shameful thing, but a great honor.

But this did not prevent the Guijian Sect from becoming weaker and weaker with each generation, and it continued to decline. From the original Great Sage Sect to the present, there is not even a saint in the sect, and the cultivator with the highest level is actually only an Immortal Three Slashes.

If it weren't for the great sage's weapon as a foundation to suppress it, perhaps even the blessed land would not be able to be preserved.

After a long silence, Wu Zhengfeng finally looked up and asked, "Master, are you really ready? The founder must have left behind various means in the mausoleum. If we rashly open it with our current strength, if we alarm other sects, it will only benefit others."

At this time, an elder with a gray beard suddenly interrupted and said, "Elder Wu, don't worry. The sect master has already convinced the deity of the Guiyuan Sword. It agrees that we can go in and will help us."

The Guiyuan Sword is the Great Sage's weapon owned by the Guijian Sect. Without its help, breaking into the Great Sage's tomb would be seeking death.

Wu Zhengfeng turned to look at the sect master, who nodded slightly and said in a deep voice: "As the weapon of the founder, Guiyuan Sword is also very curious about the current state of the founder and wants to go in and take a look. Elder Wu, all resources and skills are kept in the founder's mausoleum. For the revival of the sect, this is the only way. Think about us and future generations. If it continues like this, sooner or later, the Guijian Sect will dissipate. If the founder wants to blame, then blame me."

"In that case, I will follow your instructions, Master."

Wu Zhengfeng sighed quietly, handed over the jade pendant he was wearing, and no longer insisted.

But for some reason, he suddenly remembered the young man named Lingbao who had taken over not long ago, and the words he had said began to echo in his mind again and again. After getting the jade pendant, the leader of Guijian Sect nodded with satisfaction and slowly glanced around.

Behind him, an ancient sword quietly emerged, and in an instant, a terrifying aura filled the entire hall like a wave, and any trace of it was enough to kill everyone present.

Then, the voice of the Guijian Sect's leader was heard.

"The matter of opening the ancestor's mausoleum will be temporarily scheduled for five years. You are all high-ranking members of my Guijian Sect, so this matter is limited to us. Please swear an oath with the Guiyuan Sword not to leak it to anyone inside or outside the sect. If you violate this, don't blame me for being ruthless."

After the words fell, Wu Zhengfeng and the elders exchanged glances, then bowed and said, "I will follow the Sect Master's orders."

……

After patiently waiting for more than ten days, Lingbao finally saw Wu Zhengfeng appear again, but compared to before, he always felt that the old man seemed to be worried.

"Are you okay? Elder Wu."

"It's okay. Next, I will teach you the basic scriptures of Guijianmen and help you open the secret realm of Lunhai." Wu Zhengfeng waved his hand.

"Thank you, Elder Wu."

Lingbao was about to salute when he found an invisible force supporting his body, as if not wanting him to bend down.

Looking up, Wu Zhengfeng sighed and said, "No need to salute, let's get started."

……

Cultivation is a difficult process, especially for those who are new to the immortal path. They must have someone to guide them, otherwise they will have no idea where to start and how to make a breakthrough.

Lingbao seemed to be an exception. Although Wu Zhengfeng was mentally prepared, his talent in this area still greatly shocked him.

It took ten days to eliminate the sea of suffering, half a month to dig the spring of life, and then another half a month to build the divine bridge and cross to the other side, as if he was born for cultivation.

Wu Zhengfeng had no choice but to report the matter to the leader of Guijian Sect, who was originally in seclusion, but upon hearing the news, he came out urgently and met Lingbao.

No one knows what happened afterwards, but rumors began to circulate among the elders of the sect, saying that Wu Zhengfeng had accidentally discovered an unparalleled genius whose cultivation speed was so exaggerated that it even attracted the attention of the Guiyuan Sword, the sect's holy weapon.

An elder who knew about this even sighed privately: "Perhaps, a Holy Son will soon appear in our Guijian Sect."

Time flies, and five years have passed in the blink of an eye.

That night, in the Guijian Sect's Scripture Pavilion, Lingbao's hands, clutching the "Explanation of the Guiyuan Formation", were shaking slightly. He turned his head and saw the shark gauze lamp flickering in the night wind.

He always felt that the sect's ground veins were vibrating strangely today. Just now, when he was studying the chapter "The Interaction between Formations and Celestial Phenomena", he suddenly felt something and immediately connected reality with theory.

"Something might be happening."

Lingbao thought to himself as he took another look at the night outside.

(End of this chapter)