Heaven-Piercing Peak.
Yuqing Hall.
Daoxuan paced back and forth through the hall with his hands behind his back.
His footsteps were heavy and hurried.
Could it really work?
Since Wan Jianyi, the peerless technique Slay Ghosts and Gods had vanished from the martial world of the Qingyun Sect.
It had not been lost.
No one could master it, no one dared to practice it, and no one was worthy of it.
Now it lay sealed away in a corner of the Ancestral Hall, gathering dust for years.
Daoxuan felt a trace of regret, too.
It was the most dazzling swordlight the Qingyun Sect had ever seen. It should not simply die out.
If there really were a child who could bring back the glory of those days...
Daoxuan stopped and turned toward the window, his gaze shifting to the rear mountain of Heaven-Piercing Peak.
There.
Stood an ancestral hall.
Lived an old man who had swept fallen leaves with a broom for a hundred years.
He was still alive.
Only Daoxuan knew this.
If Slay Ghosts and Gods were to be passed down,
the best teacher would naturally not be some lifeless incantation.
It would be that old man.
But would he agree?
Would the man who had sworn never to step beyond the Ancestral Hall again in his life make an exception for a child?
Daoxuan did not know.
But he wanted to try.
Not only to help Tian Buyi's disciple fulfill his potential,
but also to bring a little light to the junior brother who had walked alone in darkness for a hundred years.
A light called "hope."
"Phew..."
A moment later,
Daoxuan turned and looked at Tian Buyi.
The hesitation in his eyes had faded, replaced by a hint of resolve.
"Talk is cheap."
"Bring him here."