After leaving the Ancestral Tomb, True Lord Tianji gained a wish.
That was, someday, he must lie down inside the Ancestral Tomb!
Having lived for nearly five hundred years, he realized that his horizons had been too narrow before!
He had actually spent so much time scheming against those few old geezers.
It was simply stupid!
Cultivating peacefully, taking the Ancestral Land as his goal and the Ancestral Tomb as his ultimate destination—that was the true business of life!
At the same time, he thought of how Hua Cangqiong had fiercely refused the sects' arrangements for his death years ago, refusing to sit guard over the Ancestral Land.
Cangqiong, you were muddleheaded!
If you had seen what the Ancestral Tomb was like, you would probably regret for the rest of your life that you had not gone in.
That was the true Kaoshan Sect!
People like them merely lived on the surface.
Xuancheng glanced at the absent-minded True Lord Tianji and smiled helplessly. He exchanged a look with Xuanhe, and both saw what the other was thinking.
Xuanhe said meaningfully, "Qitian, you reached the Lin Dao Realm at such a young age. Your future is limitless. Strive to enter the Ancestral Tomb before you are twelve hundred years old!"
Hearing that, True Lord Tianji cried out that it was far too slow. Spending so much time cultivating in the outside world—was that not a waste of time?
If he cultivated while "lying down" inside, would it not yield twice the result with half the effort?
He swore that he would step into the Ancestral Tomb before the age of one thousand and become one of the Sect's strongest foundations!
Yet aloud, he said, "Martial Uncle, that may be difficult. How many geniuses have the three transformations of the Saint