Sword Sect Outer Sect

Chapter 336 The Fate of the Past
Central Region, Taiyi Sect.

Daoyuan Mountain.

Daoyuan Mountain is covered in snow all year round, and the cold wind is biting, but at this moment, two people are sitting facing each other on the mountain peak.

The old man on the left had white hair and a youthful face. He wore a dark purple Taoist robe and did not use any spiritual power to protect himself, letting the clouds on the mountaintop blow his robes.

Her white hair was tied together with a small loop made of straw rope.

On the Taoist robe, there are many patterns that flow and swirl with the clouds, sometimes revealing the image of plants growing and dying.

Opposite this person sat a middle-aged-looking cultivator, sitting upright.

Beside this person, a bamboo fishing rod was inserted diagonally, and the fishing line was lowered into the surging sea of ​​clouds, disappearing without a trace.

He looked at the divination text in the snow in front of him and shook his head.

"The fate of this world has run out."

Seeing that the old man beside him remained silent and did not respond, he sighed.

He continued, "The last remaining destiny of humanity in the past rested entirely on Chen Linyuan's shoulders."

"But this person's Dao heart has collapsed, his sword intent has withered, and he has lost all will to live. It is only a matter of time before he dies and his Dao is extinguished."

The middle-aged-looking cultivator sighed and shook his head repeatedly, seemingly still feeling that Chen Linyuan's fate was somewhat...

It's a pity.

It's somewhat melancholic.

It's rather bleak.

However, at this moment, the old man in the dark purple Taoist robe finally spoke: "So be it, let him die."

His voice revealed a deep weariness and world-weariness: "Birth, aging, sickness and death are the natural cycle of life, and even the immortals in heaven cannot escape it."

"We have painstakingly planned and accumulated resources here, and many predecessors have spent their lifespans to deduce the secrets of heaven."

"I think it's all for naught."

"hehe."

The middle-aged cultivator suddenly gave a bitter laugh: "You, as the master of the Pill Sect, should be boosting morale and leading the world to reverse the tide of the world's collapse. Why do you keep saying such discouraging things?"

The old man in purple robes showed no remorse whatsoever, and simply said to himself, "Although it may be a bit rude to say this."

"But when Chen Linyuan dies and his Dao dissipates, it will be another great era for this mortal world."

"It was already a stagnant pool. No matter how much chaos there is, could things get any worse than they are now?"

"Furthermore, Chen Linyuan is the reincarnation of the Sword Ancestor Zheng Tianqi. Ancestor Zheng founded the Sword Sect in the Chu Kingdom, and Chen Linyuan returned to the Chu Kingdom. Even if he died and his soul returned to his homeland."

The middle-aged cultivator's eyes widened. He seemed completely surprised that the other party dared to point fingers at even Zheng Zu.

It seems that the incident involving his disciple back then dealt a heavy blow to this master of alchemy.

Not only did he seal the furnace and never refine pills again, but he also began to become indifferent to many things.

But the middle-aged cultivator hesitated for a long time, unable to utter any rebuttal.

In the end, it all turned into a long sigh.

"Actually, the fact that the item Zhong Min left behind didn't end up in Chen Linyuan's hands already says a lot."

"Yes, that originally belonged to Zheng Zu. Even he, the reincarnated one, failed to obtain it. I'm afraid the old destiny of the human world was already difficult to sustain."

"However, if Chen Linyuan dies, where will Zheng Zu's fate lie?"

The middle-aged cultivator, whom the purple-robed Taoist called "Shan Hai," was slightly taken aback, then blurted out, "The Chu Kingdom, the Dongyuan Sect... and his disciples and successors."

The purple-robed Taoist nodded and remained silent for a long while.

"Alright."

"What good?"

Looking at the swirling clouds atop the mountain, the purple-robed Taoist said, "Our era is too old. The world is lifeless and dull; I don't like it."

"The heavens... Heh, even Zheng Zu has died and vanished. I wonder what it's like there. I guess it's about the same."

"What's wrong with the world changing for the better?" The middle-aged cultivator remained silent.

He wasn't actually afraid of a new destiny, new changes, or even a new order emerging in the cultivation world.

He hasn't shared his concerns with anyone yet.

"Right."

Shan Hai chuckled and said, "Never mind, never mind."

With a casual flick of his wrist, he smeared a handful of snow from the mountaintop onto the divination image, concealing it beneath the pristine white snow.

"Let's not talk about that. Hey, what about your grandson in Chu?"

With a casual wave of his hand, he grasped the fishing rod, leisurely fishing for something in the clouds.

"That's great. I even came to Zhongyu a few days ago."

"Oh? You've reunited with him?"

Shan Hai looked somewhat surprised: "When?"

"No."

The old man in purple robes waved his hand, and for some reason, a smile appeared on his face when he mentioned this "grandson".

Looking at the smiling old face, Shan Hai wondered where the world-weary old man had gone.

"The time is not yet ripe, the time is not yet ripe. There is just a young boy sitting here, keeping an eye on him for me."

The old man in purple robes said, "It happened a few years ago. There was some kind of small meeting at Junping's place, and he went there too."

"I know that; it has something to do with Wu Daoxuan."

Shan Hai seemed to remember something: "Speaking of which, Wu Daoxuan and Zhong Min were actually very close friends."

"By the way, what did Zhong Min leave for that child?"

"Don't mention him." Upon hearing Shan Hai's question, the purple-robed elder was furious: "Actually, he didn't leave anything to my grandson."

“That thing was originally meant for Chen Linyuan. His lifespan had come to an end, so it ended up in my grandson’s hands. What kind of legacy or blessing is that?”

"Do you know what else he said? Pointing and gesturing..."

The old Taoist in purple robes chuckled: "Let my grandson go and gather the spiritual energy of the five elements, refine the yin and yang energies, and refine the three sword intents to prove the ancient golden elixir unique to the sword path."

"Alas! If that were truly the case, wouldn't that be comparable to the Sword Ancestor?" Shan Hai's eyes widened in surprise: "Then what did you tell your grandson?"

"Say? What did you say?"

The old Taoist priest in purple robes had an indifferent attitude about him.

"I'll listen to whatever he says. Isn't Zhong Min the patriarch of my Dan Sect?"

The purple-robed Taoist had an aged face and cloudy eyes. A sense of sorrow and weariness with the world welled up in his eyes again: "I didn't even guide him into the Tao."

"Why bother……"

"I practically raised him from a baby to an adult. That child is so innocent. What's wrong with him being an ordinary mortal?"

Even after he was found to have spiritual roots and entered the Dongyuan Sect, I still don't think he needs to make any great contributions to the human world.

“I didn’t mention a single word of the mess that Zhong Min gave me.”

"This world, this human condition, is something that we old folks can't change."

"I can't put all the responsibility and hope on a little child."

"Zhong Min won't do, no one will."

At this point, the sorrow in the old man's eyes suddenly vanished, replaced by a sharp and piercing look.

"He is my grandson. What talk of the path to the common people..."

"If you want to save yourself, save yourself."

(End of this chapter)