Two days later.
Chengming Mountain, Cloud Sea Temple.
It was a modest-sized Daoist temple. A broad, powerfully built Daoist was teaching a half-grown boy and a young girl how to read.
His deep, resonant voice mingled with the children's tender ones.
He was Old Daoist Jiang Lin's eldest disciple. Barring any mishap, he would also become Cloud Sea Temple's next temple master.
Every so often, the burly Daoist glanced inside, concern in his eyes.
Ever since his master had returned from slaying demons that day, he had been acting very strangely.
It worried him greatly.
At that moment, Old Daoist Jiang Lin was meditating in the quiet chamber. Yet a trace of sorrow remained on his face, betraying the unrest in his heart.
Who knew how much time passed.
Old Daoist Jiang Lin slowly opened his eyes. They were bloodshot and somewhat dim.
Since returning from the ruined temple that day, he had not absorbed so much as a trace of spiritual energy. After all, he had consumed spiritual energy beyond his allotted share and had even killed the Bear God. He truly did not dare set up an altar and pray to the gods of the Spirit Department.
God Summoning Method, God Controlling Method, God Enslaving Method, God Devouring Method...
Unable to resist, he read through those four incomparably profound methods once more, then could not help but smile bitterly. "Sigh... Who would have thought that at my age, this old Daoist could still encounter such a blessing?"
Because the Divine Path flourished in this world, cultivators' lifespans were also affected. Even a Golden Core cultivator could live no more than two hundred and forty years.
Old Daoist Jiang Lin was already one hundred and eighty-six.
And he had suffered injuries in his youth as well...
It could be