The Tribulation Innate Ancestor God's Failure

Before long, another half month passed.

Early morning.

Sword Sect inner sect.

On a winding Cyan Jade path, a young man in a black dharma robe, with violet pupils, stood waiting beneath a tree.

As he looked at the spirit fruit hanging from the treetops, he seemed lost in thought.

Buzz—!

A streak of sword light came from afar, its biting sword intent spreading out and scattering the morning dew clinging to the spirit fruit.

As the sword light landed and faded, a figure in a violet-gold dharma robe, bearing the immortal air and bones of the Dao, appeared.

"Sorry to have kept you waiting, Senior."

"I merely wanted to take a stroll outside on my own, so I came out a little early."

These two were Yuan and the Sword Sect's Sect Master, Du Ruoheng.

After more than half a month of recuperation, Yuan had finally balanced his 'body' and 'spirit.' Even the essence worn away by the 'Chaos-Extracting Origin-Refining Truth-Seeking Ritual' had recovered considerably, and his 'Dao injury' had eased somewhat.

During this time, he had also asked Xu Xing many questions.

He now had a preliminary understanding of the changes that had taken place in the Great Profound Realm over the past fifty-odd years.

Thus, he intended to meet Chen Shang, the previous Speaker of the Righteous Alliance, and learn more about the situation.

After all, everything seen by a True Immortal was too lofty and too distant; it might not necessarily suit him.

"I must trouble you, Sect Master." Yuan smiled.

"You are too courteous, Senior." Du Ruoheng did not dare slight him. "Please follow me."

The two then walked side by side, following the path onward.

Along the way, as before, Du Ruoheng sought Yuan's advice on certain matters concerning the Sword Sect's regional policies.