Saintly Means, Profound Immortal Arts

He was only in the Mystic Profound Realm for now. Although his strength far surpassed other cultivators of the same rank, it was still insufficient to sway the laws of heaven and earth, let alone command them at will.

However, within that Heavenly Demon Origin, besides the various laws of the Heavenly Demon Realm, there were other interesting things to be found.

For instance, what were Outer-Realm Heavenly Demons best at?

Possession?

Wrong!

It was mental-level attacks!

They exploited the flaws in a cultivator's state of mind and the weaknesses in their divine sense to drive them into a cultivation deviation.

In other words, Outer-Realm Heavenly Demons could easily invade a cultivator's divine sense and sea of consciousness.

Lin Xiaoyao had already mastered this technique, and he had surpassed the master; he was far superior to any ordinary Outer-Realm Heavenly Demon.

Now, he intended to put it to use.

Founder's Shrine.

Master Green Feather stood before the offering table, respectfully paying his respects to the ancestors.

The Heart-Refining Path, and more recently, Old Demon Jia.

Twice in a row, the sect had turned danger into safety. He believed this was no coincidence, but rather that a senior of the sect was secretly assisting them.

Coming to pay respects to the ancestors this time was also to express the gratitude and appreciation in his heart.

Regardless of whether that senior founder was here or could hear him, as a junior, he had to do what was required; his sincerity had to be conveyed.

He bowed his head, whispering softly, his face filled with reverence.

Suddenly, his expression turned dazed, and it felt as if dazzling spiritual light had enveloped his body.

It felt as if a long time had passed, yet it might have only been a fleeting moment. Master Green Feather regained his senses, only to be horrified to discover that he had arrived in an unfamiliar place.

The sky was gray and hazy, the ground beneath his feet was invisible, and dense fog shrouded his surroundings. Here, his divine sense was rendered useless, and his vision could barely see into the distance.

It was as if he had returned to the primordial era, the moment when chaos first opened.

The dignified sect leader appeared somewhat panicked at this moment, his eyes darting around in vigilance and confusion.

Soon, he discovered a tall figure standing proudly not far away.

Green light flickered all over the figure's body, brimming with spiritual energy.

Even though the figure was just standing there normally, he stood as steady as a mountain, exuding an astonishing and majestic aura.

Master Green Feather was a sect leader with a Mystic Profound Realm cultivation, which was not weak, yet standing before this person, he felt inexplicably ashamed of his own inferiority.

It was as if an ant were looking up at a high mountain, or a tiny firefly had come before the bright moon.

"Senior, where is this?"

He bowed respectfully. Although he was certain that he had been brought here by this person, there was not a hint of disrespect on his face.

Lin Xiaoyao, shrouded in spiritual light and auspicious energy, was equally stunned.

He had followed the method he had comprehended from the Heavenly Demon Origin to pull the other's primordial spirit into his own sea of consciousness.

He had originally intended to play a trick, creating a persona to bestow treasures upon the other party.

In this way, he would achieve his goal without the risk of his identity being exposed.

On one hand, he could continue to quietly be a nobody.

On the other hand, he wouldn't have to worry about his good deeds going unnoticed, unable to reap the gratitude.

After all, once the other party received the treasure, he would surely be moved to tears of gratitude toward this fictional new identity.

This solved the dilemma that had been troubling him.

Yet, he never expected that.

When he actually unleashed this technique recorded in the Heavenly Demon Origin.

The effect was different from what he had imagined.

It wasn't just satisfactory; it was surprisingly good.

Outer-Realm Heavenly Demons only exploited the flaws in a cultivator's temperament; how could they possibly reach this level?

After all, Lin Xiaoyao was different from them. Even if he didn't have sufficient cultivation or magic power yet, he possessed the fruit of a Saint.

Facing Old Demon Jia a few days ago, a simple Fireball Technique had such incredible power and effect, let alone the profound divine abilities recorded in the Heavenly Demon Origin.

Seeing the sect leader in such fear and trepidation, Lin Xiaoyao felt both amused and intrigued.

He could see the other's awe and panic.

Thus, Lin Xiaoyao did not answer the question, but instead sighed as if disappointed: "The leader of the Feathering Sect is only in the Mystic Profound Realm these days?"

Hearing this exclamation, Master Green Feather was stunned at first, but then became even more fearful and trembling.

Countless guesses surfaced in his mind.

Why would this senior say such a thing?

His tone seemed to carry a hint of melancholy and disappointment...

Why would that be?

Could it be that...

Master Green Feather was a very intelligent cultivator, and his thoughts were spinning rapidly at this moment.

Thus, he quickly thought of a possibility.

He had encountered this unexpected event while paying his respects at the Founder's Shrine.

The answer seemed to be on the tip of his tongue.

Could this senior be one of the sect's ancestors?

The Heart-Refining Path, and then Old Demon Jia—twice in a row, silently resolving crises for the sect—could it be this expert before him?

The more he thought about it, the more plausible this guess seemed, and his expression could not help but become even more respectful.

He bowed deeply toward Lin Xiaoyao: "May I ask, Senior, was it you who helped resolve the crisis our sect encountered not long ago?"

"Me, an old man?"

Hearing this form of address, Lin Xiaoyao was speechless. He was only in his early twenties, while Master Green Feather, though his exact age was unclear, had certainly lived for thousands of years.

Lin Xiaoyao remained silent for a few seconds before readjusting his mood.

Then, with a light chuckle, he deliberately made his voice sound aged. Since this was his sea of consciousness, everything was naturally under his control, and not a single flaw would be revealed.

He said in a calm and indifferent tone: "Are you talking about that demonic cultivator surnamed Jia? It was an unfair fight for an old man like me to intervene, but I could not simply stand by and watch all of you perish and the Feathering Sect be reduced to ashes!"

Lin Xiaoyao was telling the truth.

If the Feathering Sect were gone, where would he go to find such a quiet and comfortable place to sign in?

He could ignore ordinary grievances, but since Old Demon Jia actually wanted to uproot the Feathering Sect, that was crossing him.

However, these words were interpreted differently in the ears of the other.

Is it truly because we, the disciples, are unworthy?

Cold sweat drenched Master Green Feather's back.

He felt as if he were facing a stern master after doing something wrong in the past.

He was now more certain than ever of his guess.

The mysterious senior before him was indeed one of the sect's ancestors.

It was he who had saved the sect from danger twice.

Yet, he refused to appear before others.

Now that he had summoned him in such a manner, what could his intention be?

Was he going to reprimand him for being an incompetent sect leader?

Thinking of this, Master Green Feather felt both terrified and ashamed. If the founder were to criticize him for this, he would truly have nothing to say.

Although the Feathering Sect could not be called declining, it was indeed suffering from a lack of successors.

Not to mention the other junior brothers, he himself, as the sect leader, only possessed the peak of the early Tongxuan stage. Yet, his sect had been passed down since ancient times and belonged to the lineage of the Three Purities; at its peak, it had no shortage of Great Vehicle ancestors holding down the fort.