Nameless Scripture

Chapter 34: The Nameless Scripture Outside the Celestial Master Temple.

The Old Celestial Master watched Yuan Tianzong depart, his expression complex.

The ability of one whose Dao heart was shattered had activated, causing the gifted prodigy, who had grown up amidst countless praises, to feel shaken and experience the despair of "meeting Tianzong and all other paths become empty."

The fated one was never me, alas.

With a long sigh, the Old Celestial Master walked back, one step then another, coughing up blood, his injuries worsening.

The Sect Leader Celestial Master, with Xue Ding, hurried over, his face full of worry. He quickly reached out to support his master.

"Master, what are you doing? You know how badly you're injured, yet you insisted on getting up to see someone. It wouldn't have been too late to see him later when you've recovered more."

After his 'complaining' words, the Sect Leader Celestial Master couldn't help but ask with concern, "How are you feeling now? Your complexion is frighteningly pale."

The Old Celestial Master waved his hand and chuckled, "It's nothing, I won't die, don't worry."

"Don't say that. Hurry back and rest. This disciple has already ordered spiritual items to be prepared."

"Alright, I know. Am I your master or are you my master?" the Old Celestial Master teased, feeling like he was the disciple being strictly managed by his master.

The Sect Leader Celestial Master naturally replied, "I am the Sect Leader, shouldn't I manage you?"

"You should. Thank you for your concern, Sect Leader~"

"Mhm, you need to rest and recover. You know, you are the pride of our Celestial Master Temple, one of the Top Ten Experts of Huaxia, a favored child of heaven."

Unlike before, the Old Celestial Master shook his head and mumbled upon hearing this, "Compared to him, we prodigies are merely gravel at the bottom of the river, not worth mentioning, not worth mentioning."

The Sect Leader Celestial Master's smile faded, and he asked seriously, "Master, do you truly think so?"

"Of course."

Upon receiving an affirmative answer, the Sect Leader Celestial Master exchanged a look with Xue Ding, deeply shocked.

The gifted prodigy felt he was far inferior to Yuan Tianzong, even comparing himself to gravel at the bottom of the river. It was hard to imagine the extent of that person's talent.

At this moment, Xue Ding, as the senior disciple, spoke at an inopportune time.

"Master, Grand-Master, the Wangwu Mountain is undergoing drastic changes. The Wang family of Jincheng has entered the Quanzhen Sect with great momentum. It seems they have reached an agreement, all for the sake of the Divine Smoke of Entering the Dao that might appear soon."

"Grand-Master's injuries are severe, this is very disadvantageous."

The Sect Leader Celestial Master glared at Xue Ding, "Why are you bringing this up? Master needs to rest. We will handle the matter of the Divine Smoke of Entering the Dao ourselves, you don't need to say more."

Although his words were ill-timed, as the senior disciple, Xue Ding felt it was necessary to mention it.

He knew his master intended to handle it alone, and he also knew his master had no good strategy. He didn't want to disturb his injured Grand-Master and worried his master would overexert himself.

Since his master wouldn't say it, he had to, hoping his Grand-Master might have a solution.

"Why are you shouting? Your grand-disciple is right."

The Sect Leader Celestial Master rolled his eyes, This intergenerational affection is truly detestable.

"Xue Ding, you brought Fellow Daoist Yuan to the Celestial Master Cave, didn't you?"

Xue Ding shook his head, "No, it was Ninth Junior Sister."

"Heh heh, stubborn. I won't punish you."

"It really wasn't me," Xue Ding denied again.

"Fine, if it wasn't you, it wasn't you. It's just that Fellow Daoist Yuan showed you some friendliness. So, if you have nothing else to do, try to interact with him more often."

The Old Celestial Master was very astute. He knew people like Yuan Tianzong made friends based on feeling, not status or background.

Xue Ding had gotten lucky. Yuan Tianzong took a liking to him, and using him to build a connection was the most suitable and likely to succeed.

"Grand-Master, you know me. I'm not good with words. You're serious about me interacting with him?"

"Mhm, you go," the Old Celestial Master nodded affirmatively. Having seen countless people, he couldn't possibly be wrong.

The Sect Leader Celestial Master said, "Do as Grand-Master says, go!"

"Why are you shouting?" the Old Celestial Master glared.

"When did I shout, Master?" the Sect Leader Celestial Master felt wronged. I'm helping you and you're treating me like this, you old geezer.

Xue Ding raised his hand, "This disciple respectfully obeys Grand-Master's command!"

"Mhm, mhm, go. I'll await your good news," the Old Celestial Master said with a gentle tone and a loving expression.

After Xue Ding left, the master and disciple slowly walked back to the Celestial Master Cave. That place was rich in vital energy and had spiritual items, which would be very helpful for recovering from injuries.

"Master, Fellow Daoist Yuan is indeed powerful, but you've already expressed your goodwill to the utmost, even gifting him the Nameless Scripture that has been passed down to every Sect Leader of the Celestial Master Temple. Yet, all you received was coldness. Why bother?"

The Celestial Master Temple has its own character. If they don't want to get involved with us, why should we force ourselves on them?

The Old Celestial Master patted his disciple's hand and said softly, "Firstly, the Nameless Scripture does not belong to our temple. It is not my gift."

"The Nameless Scripture doesn't belong to our temple?" the Sect Leader Celestial Master was incredibly surprised. He had seen his Grand-Master often studying this scripture since he was young, then it was passed to his master, and he himself had studied it with little success. He had heard the scripture had a long lineage. A scripture passed down through generations of Celestial Masters in the Celestial Master Temple, and it doesn't belong to our temple?

The Sect Leader Celestial Master found it hard to understand.

"Regarding the nameless scripture, the ancestors of the Taoist temple decreed that it should only be told to the next Celestial Master upon my passing. Now that the scripture has been given to fellow Daoist Yuan, there's no harm in telling you about it."

"This scripture, I don't know from which Sect Leader Celestial Master it first appeared, has been passed down to this day."

"When this item was passed down, there was a saying attached: this scripture can only be comprehended by those with fate, and one must possess exceptional talent."

"Every Celestial Master throughout the ages has attempted to comprehend this scripture, thinking they might be the fated person with supreme talent. The results are clear to you; including myself, none could decipher the mysteries of the nameless scripture."

"Fellow Daoist Yuan's talent is the most terrifying I've ever seen."

"After personally meeting him and confirming my suspicions, I am very certain he is the fated person for the nameless scripture, capable of comprehending its mysteries."

"Honestly, I'm quite curious about what content the nameless scripture can reflect."

"I believe it's not just me; all the Celestial Masters of the past must have been very curious, hehe."

Mountain valley wooden house.

"Tap tap."

Seeing Yuan Tianzong return, Bone excitedly went to greet him. The sound of the wooden fish was like it was repeatedly calling out 'Master'.

After interacting with Bone for a few minutes, Yuan Tianzong walked straight into the wooden house and took out a scroll made of special material. This was the scripture the Old Celestial Master had given him for free.

Yuan Tianzong unrolled the scroll. There wasn't a single character on the scroll. All that could be seen was a strange pattern—a pattern resembling a spacetime tunnel. Staring at it for too long felt like one's vision was being sucked in.

"Not a single word, and it's a scripture?"

Yuan Tianzong muttered to himself, a deep curiosity appearing in his eyes.