Several thousand years later.
Central Yuan Continent, Taiqing Palace.
"Immortal Venerable Lu, please don't go!"
"Immortal Venerable Lu, you saved the Human Race from fire and water. If you leave and those Demons, Monsters, Ghosts, and Ghouls return, what are we to do?"
Outside the palace, countless high-level cultivators knelt and pleaded bitterly.
Inside the palace, Lu Wenyuan sat cross-legged atop a jade cushion, his expression indifferent as he gazed at his disciples.
"You are already at the pinnacle of cultivation in this world. With the treasures I bestowed upon you, protecting the Human Race will not be a problem. I will ascend to the Immortal Realm soon. From now on, the peace of this world will be entrusted to you."
"Master!"
His eldest disciple, Luo Yutu, wept so hard she could not speak.
She understood this master of hers best, and she knew more clearly than anyone what calamities the Human Race had suffered before.
If not for this master who had emerged from nowhere, the Human Race of this world would likely still be food in the mouths of Demons, Monsters, Ghosts, and Ghouls.
"Master..."
His second disciple, Luo Song, and his third disciple, Yuan Heng, likewise wore sorrowful expressions.
They had both been rescued by their Venerable Master from situations of extreme hardship, taught immortal arts, and guided into the Dao.
At this moment, they practically regarded Lu Wenyuan as their father.
Moreover, Lu Wenyuan had led the Human Race in resisting the Demons, Monsters, Ghosts, and Ghouls and reclaiming this world. His many legendary deeds were like an epic.
Every battle had been worthy of song and tears.
He was practically a savior!
The respect and affection he had earned among the Human Race, and his prestige, had reached such heights that a single word from