An Undying Will, Passed Down Through the Generations

The Mad Daoist grabbed Qin Wangchuan's sleeve urgently. "How could he not turn back? That Lord is exceptionally talented; a mere thought from him is equivalent to decades of my research! As long as he's willing..."

It's not that we can't turn back, it's that we can't go back.

Qin Wangchuan's voice carried an undeniable resolve. "This is a path to conquer new territories, and even more so, an invincible path to sweep across the world."

"If you're constantly worried about the weak behind you as you move forward, constantly thinking about weakening your own skills, tell me..." His gaze was like a sword, piercing straight into the old man's heart. "What kind of invincibility is this, with all your hands tied and your feet bound?"

The Mad Daoist seemed to have all his strength drained away, and slumped to the ground in despair.

He opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

Yes, if a cultivation technique is designed from the outset to compromise, reduce, or emasculate itself, it is destined to never reach the ultimate level of the Great Dao.

"But..." the Mad Daoist's voice was hoarse, "Such exquisite Daoist techniques, what a great regret it would be if they couldn't be spread throughout the world..."

"Really... can't it?" he asked in a final struggle.

"Cannot."

As soon as those two words were uttered, the Mad Daoist priest was filled with despair.

However, at that moment, Qin Wangchuan changed the subject. "Although the Divine Son cannot, you can."

"Me?" The Mad Daoist suddenly looked up.

"You."

Qin Wangchuan nodded towards the door, and Qin Ming, who had been waiting for a long time, entered and respectfully handed over a book.

<Five Extremes Body Tempering> -- is a watered-down version of <Spirit Power Furnace>, consisting of five extremes.

But that's not the point.

Qin Wangchuan casually turned to the first page, Dao Rhyme of the character "Qin" flowed through it.

There's nothing special about it; all the techniques that flow from the Chuanliu Pavilion are like this.

But when the second page was unfolded, the Mad Daoist's pupils shrank, and he snatched the book and held it in his hands.

His almost forgotten real name was prominently displayed on the page:

The name "Tongtian Sinan" was changed to --

<Five Extremes Body Tempering>.

"This... this is..." His hands trembled, and he spoke incoherently.

Suddenly, he turned sharply to Qin Ming, his eyes flashing with complex anger. "Qin brat! How dare you... how dare you put my name on such a technique!"

His fingers gripped the pages tightly, knuckles white. "How could a lowly creature like me be worthy... how could I be worthy to be ranked alongside the Divine Son!"

The voice contained both the excitement of being recognized and a deep-seated inferiority and fear.

Qin Ming chuckled and shrugged, saying, "This wasn't my arrangement."

After saying that, he glanced in Qin Wangchuan's direction.

"Divine Son...?" Tongtian Sinan murmured these two words, staring blankly at Qin Wangchuan, as if he had already guessed something.

Qin Wangchuan calmly gazed at him. "The Divine Son established his Dao at the source; he cannot turn back, he can only move forward."

"But you can."

"From this day forward, all cultivation techniques created by the Qin Clan Divine Son that circulate in the world may be optimized and improved by you. There is no need to censor them; instead, your optimized version will be appended to the original text. Every cultivation technique perfected by you will bear your name."

His voice deepened, like a resounding bell. "If future generations continue to innovate and improve, their names will also be recorded. Your improved techniques will spread throughout the heavens, and your names... will be praised for eternity."

"If you reach a bottleneck in your cultivation, you can boldly forge your own path. As long as you take that step, regardless of the outcome, you can leave your mark and leave your Dao Path in the annals of cultivation."

"If we make a mistake, it can help others avoid making the same mistake."

"In the long run, today's methods may become tomorrow's ways."

After saying that, Qin Wangchuan took the <Five Extremes Body Tempering> from the stunned Tongtian Sinan and turned to the first page.

"The first page is about Qin, and the second page is about the Tongtian Sinan."

"The first book is <Spirit Power Furnace>, and the second book is <Five Extremes Body Tempering>."

"The entire manual is only a hundred pages long now, but a hundred years from now..." he gazed into the distance, "It might be a thousand or even ten thousand pages thick. When future generations hold it in their hands, they can feel the wisdom left behind by countless sages with every page they turn."

He closed the book, his voice calm. "This is not the end, but the beginning of a new lineage. What is transmitted today will be the source of countless Daoist teachings for future generations."

After saying this, Qin Wangchuan removed the mask from his face that had altered his appearance and demeanor.

The moment the mask slipped off, it was as if an invisible veil had been lifted.

Qin Ming, standing to the side, subconsciously held his breath—although it wasn't the first time he had seen the His Highness Divine Son at this moment still gave him an almost suffocating sense of oppression and awe.

It was not merely handsome; it was a tangible manifestation that transcended worldly appearances and was close to the "Tao."

It's so breathtaking that you can't bear to look at it, you just want to worship it.

With his other hand, he handed the improved cultivation technique, which embodied the culmination of Tongtian Sinan's life's work, to the old man slumped on the ground, his voice calm yet carrying an undeniable authority:

"Unknown or celebrated for eternity?"

At this moment, Qin Wangchuan understood perfectly.

He witnessed the painstaking efforts that Tongtian Sinan had made over the years.

However, as a Divine Son, he is destined to walk a path to the pinnacle that no one can reach, and these subtle and gradual things require someone like Tongtian Sinan to accomplish them.

Tongtian Sinan trembled violently, and for the first time, an astonishing light flashed in his cloudy old eyes.

Although I have never seen the Divine Son in person, at this moment—

This extraordinary appearance, the boundless aura that blends seamlessly with the Dao, and the ability to casually produce the Qin Clan Daoist Scripture... all the clues suddenly connected in his mind!

His hair and beard trembled; he could be certain of the Tongtian Sinan.

The person before him was none other than the Qin Clan Divine Son, whom he had revered all his life but had never dared to hope to meet!

He actually came down to the Mortal World and stood before me!

"His Highness Divine Son!!!"

For years, he secretly modified his martial arts techniques like a thief, yearning for recognition yet mired in self-loathing.

And now, the Divine Son himself has delivered this recognition he has longed for to him.

"If I could choose, I would naturally be celebrated for all eternity... But I am old and frail, my life is nearing its end. If I were younger, if I had met the Divine Son sooner..." His voice choked with emotion, overwhelmed with mixed feelings.

"Then let the legacy be passed down." Qin Wangchuan's voice was clear and firm. "What you have not finished, your descendants will carry on; what your predecessors have not finished, your successors will carry on."

"Like a torch, it will live on forever."

"Furthermore, I intend to establish Third Chuanliu Pavilion in this realm, and you will be in charge of it."

Qin Ming, standing to the side, held his breath, his palms sweating.

He knew better than anyone the struggles Tongtian Sinan had gone through over the years, and he was truly afraid that the stubborn old man wouldn't be able to see things clearly and would disappoint the Divine Son's painstaking efforts.

Tongtian Sinan trembled violently and looked up in disbelief.

Chuanliu Pavilion, that is the Source of Myriad Laws.

There are only two in total.

One house belonging to the Qin Clan, and one house belonging to the Ji Clan.

Becoming the head of a pavilion was an honor he had never dared to dream of.

But then, a wave of intense inferiority and guilt over the past surged into my heart.

He suddenly slammed his head to the ground, his voice choked with emotion yet resolute:

"The Divine Son's kindness is something I, an old man, could never repay even with my life! But... but although I have been expelled from the Tongtian Family, I absolutely cannot switch allegiance to another family..."

When he mentioned the "Tongtian Family Sinner," a deep pain flashed in his eyes, clearly indicating a heavy, untold past behind it.

"Chuanliu Pavilion is not part of the Qin family's lineage, and this is not to ask you to abandon your family and join my Qin family," Qin Wangchuan leaned down to look him in the eye, "But rather to join my Qin Wangchuan's ranks and take charge of this pavilion for me."

He gazed into the old man's tearful eyes and asked again:

"Unknown or celebrated for eternity?"

The Tongtian Sinan's vision blurred.

"I..." he began, his voice trembling, tears streaming down his wrinkled face, "I wish to dedicate this remaining Remaining Life to this Path of Inheritance."

Qin Wangchuan then stood up, satisfied, and turned his gaze to Qin Ming:

"You too, let's Chuanliu Pavilion."

"To send my will to farther places."

Upon hearing this, Qin Ming was visibly shaken, his eyes instantly flashing with disbelief.

Over the years, he has stood guard in front of the Scripture Library, watching countless seekers come and go. Deep in his heart, how could he not yearn to truly contribute to the transmission of the Great Dao?

Now the Divine Son has entrusted him with such a weighty responsibility...

Qin Ming took a deep breath, straightened his robes, and solemnly bowed Grand Gift: "Disciple... will certainly not fail the Divine Son's trust!"

Seeing his expression, Qin Wangchuan chuckled, "Chuanliu Pavilion is quite large, so in the future..." He paused deliberately, "You won't need to guard it like a doorman all day."

Let us strive for our path.

Upon hearing this, even Ye Jianwei had been standing quietly the whole time, couldn't help but turn her head slightly.

She gazed quietly at Qin Wangchuan's tall and straight back, a faint sense of pride welling up inside her.

One day, our Young Master will command the heavens!

Qin Ming was taken aback at first, then he laughed.

That smile seemed to have brought all the hard work he had put into guarding the Scripture Library over the years.

He bowed deeply again, his voice filled with an unprecedented firmness:

"This disciple will certainly do everything in his power to spread the will of the Divine Son throughout Heavens and Myriad Realms!"

"For the sake of our Way!"