The Immortal Is Salvation

The Northern Border was sealed beneath heavy snow, yet Ginkgo Mountain—the blessed grotto-heaven where Min Youguo had come to confront Linjiu in the Northern Border—remained warm and blooming with spring.

Min Youguo returned from the city wall.

That day, he went to many places. He passed through the little courtyard where his son Min Tiange had once lived, through the cave dwelling where Min Tiange had cultivated. He touched the tree Min Tiange had planted as a child, a tree that had endured for over sixty thousand years. Then, disregarding the objections of the Min Family elders, he took the family genealogy from the ancestral hall.

Some deceased clansmen had their accomplishments recorded in the genealogy. He stared at Min Tiange's name in silence for a long while.

He recalled what Linjiu had told him. "You have only this one son. He merely lacked a loving father... and a little luck..."

Then scenes from his child's childhood and youth surfaced in his mind.

The innocent Min Tiange: "Father, when I grow up, I'll definitely become someone like you. I'll become a pillar of the imperial dynasty and hold up a patch of sky for humankind."

The grown Min Tiange: "Father, your son is weary of the family's strife. Everyone says that all I have achieved rests entirely on Father, that I am the luckiest person in the world. But I still hope to accomplish something through my own abilities. I am going to Peerless Hall—to be a worthy son of this age."

Min Tiange, after achieving success in cultivation: "Even if your son has achieved something, they still believe it all comes from basking in Father's glory. I say the people of the world are all laughable. Father is a pillar of the nation; even if everything I possess came