"But watching my senior brothers enter the Netherdark Demon Grotto one after another, watching them go mad, watching them lose their minds, watching them become puppets-I truly couldn't accept it."
"Do you know? With Senior Brother Sword Nine's talent, he could have cleaved open the heavenly gate with his sword and ascended to the upper realm eight hundred years ago."
At the end, Lu Rushuang let out a long sigh, her face filled with regret.
"Martial Aunt, just what sort of legacy could have made the Five Elders of the Taixuan Sect back then, and Master and the others, willingly enter the Netherdark Demon Grotto?"
After a long silence, Xu Taiping suddenly asked Lu Rushuang.
Hearing this question, Lu Rushuang fell silent for a moment as well before answering:
"Before leaving Qingxuan, I once asked Eldest Senior Brother through the Demon-Sealing Gate."
"Eldest Senior Brother only said that for the sake of this legacy, he would willingly fall into the deepest hell for all eternity."
"He also said, 'They gave up everything for us. If we cannot even protect these few things that prove they once existed, we do not deserve to be human.'"
Though these words did not resolve Xu Taiping's doubts, the resolve in the old sect leader's words made his heart tremble for some inexplicable reason.
Just what had the old sect leader seen to make him say such things?
Xu Taiping grew increasingly curious about the Taixuan Sect's legacy.
Perhaps I could ask Sister Lingyue in a moment and see whether she has any other clues.
That was what he thought to himself.
"Martial Aunt."
Xu Taiping put away the jade pendant and seal, then closed the Bronze Casket's lid. As he pushed it toward his Little Martial Aunt, he said firmly:
"Although I don't know