"Boss, long time no see," Xiao Guizi replied excitedly.
"I thought I would never see you again in this lifetime."
"I hadn't planned on coming back, but fate worked in strange ways," Xu Zimo said with a smile.
If the True Martial Sacred Sect had not encountered this great calamity, he likely would not have returned.
And fortunately, he had obtained the cultivation method for the power of faith. Otherwise, even if the True Martial Sacred Sect had suffered such a calamity, he would not have sensed it.
Everything had happened through strange twists of fate, but the outcome could still be considered a perfect conclusion.
Led by Xiao Guizi, Xu Zimo and the others arrived at the Back Mountain of the True Martial Sacred Sect.
This was a forbidden ground, where Xiao Guizi cultivated. Ordinarily, outsiders were not permitted to enter without a summons or some major matter.
To put it plainly, this forbidden ground was simply a bamboo forest.
The bamboo forest stretched far and wide, lush and pleasing to the eye. Bamboo stalks stood tall, swaying in the wind with rustling sounds.
Yet upon closer inspection, one would discover that both the bamboo forest and this stretch of heaven and earth were entwined with an aura of death.
How was this a place for cultivation? It was clearly a place to await death in meditation.
Xiao Guizi knew that his days were numbered, so he had merely chosen a place to bury his bones.
"Boss..."
"Don't speak," Xu Zimo interrupted him.
A dense aura of life surged from his hand. As it flowed, it eventually condensed into a tree.
The Tree of Life.
"Take this tree," Xu Zimo said.
"It cannot grant you immortality, but maintaining your lifespan for tens of thousands of years should not be