Is He Your Disciple?

Lin Tianyu stared blankly at the suddenly appeared powerhouse before him. He could not have been more familiar with this man's appearance.

A statue of this man stood in the Yellow Mountain Sword Sect's sect plaza, while his portrait hung in the foremost position within the ancestral hall on the back mountain.

That was right—this was undoubtedly the Yellow Mountain Sword Venerable, the founding patriarch of the sect!

After entering this so-called "Immortal Realm," Lin Tianyu had not failed to wonder whether he might encounter sect seniors who had ascended here in the past.

But the more he learned about this world, the slimmer that hope became.

Leaving aside his own low cultivation, even if the Yellow Mountain Sword Venerable had ascended through tribulation ten thousand years ago, he would only have been a True Immortal.

As far as Lin Tianyu knew, progressing from True Immortal to Golden Immortal generally required tens of thousands, or even over a hundred thousand years, except for genius disciples from certain great sects.

In this vast world, True Immortal cultivators faced immense danger even merely crossing a single great region, let alone searching for someone.

The Luo River World had 360 great regions, and every one of them was incomparably vast.

There had been tens of thousands of Cultivation World cultivators sent here alongside Lin Tianyu. Yet over these past several centuries, he had not encountered a single one of them.

Had Qin Huaian not become renowned throughout the Luo River World, Lin Tianyu would never have learned any news of him.

Yet before he had even reached the Chaotic Sea Region, he had unexpectedly encountered the founding patriarch of his sect here.

Moreover, the Yellow Mountain Sword Venerable appeared immensely powerful. That powerhouse whom Lin Tianyu had considered utterly impossible to contend against