Using the faint light of dawn, the Taoist pushed open the door and went out into the courtyard.
Before he knew it, he had been spending a month with his master.
To this day, the Taoist still cannot understand why the Otherworld reconstructed the past.
But no matter what, those were days he often missed in the past.
If this Otherworld never ends, that would be nice.
"Why have you become so diligent lately? You're up practicing your skills before the rooster crows."
The old Daoist priest approaching was quite surprised; his disciple seemed to have been possessed.
The Taoist smiled and said, "After all, I am the sole successor of the Yin-Yang Temple, and I must shoulder the responsibility."
The old Daoist priest nodded slightly. "It's good that you have this awareness."
The Taoist followed his master to the osmanthus tree to begin his morning exercise.
The old Daoist priest walking ahead suddenly said, "Your cultivation has recently hit a bottleneck. Go into seclusion at the Sealing Land tomorrow and come out when you break through."
The Taoist froze upon hearing this.
Secluded in the Sealed Land...
Today is... the eve of the Hundred Cities Beast Tide!
The Taoist understood. "The purpose of Breakthrough Otherworld is to temper my will?"
His master's death remained a hurdle he could never overcome.
It seems that Breakthrough Otherworld will require him to go through it all again.
Although this is Otherworld, and everything is fake, the person in front of me is, after all, my living master, the master I've spent thirty days with.
Seeing that his apprentice didn't react, the old Daoist asked in confusion, "What are you staring at?"
The Taoist's throat was dry. "Master, can you go down the mountain tomorrow?"
As long as Master is not at Yin-Yang Temple, he will naturally not be killed by the escaped World Overlord.
Now that they had a second chance, the Taoist was determined not to let that happen again.
Noticing his disciple's unusual behavior, the old Daoist asked in a deep voice, "Why?"
"To be honest!"
The master's voice boomed in the Taoist's ears like rolling thunder.
The power of Daoist secret methods.
The Taoist took a deep breath. "If you stay, you will die."
The old Daoist priest stood with his hands behind his back. "I will die?"
The Taoist priest nodded and revealed everything. "Tomorrow, many people will die in the beast tide of the Hundred Cities. The seal has loosened, and some of the Ancestral Beast's power has escaped. It will kill you."
The old Daoist priest seemed lost in thought, and murmured softly, "So this is how I, your humble Daoist priest, died."
The Taoist found his master to be unexpectedly calm.
"You... don't have anything you want to ask?"
The old Daoist priest snapped out of his daze, looked at the Taoist, and smiled, "You are not my disciple."
The Taoist froze on the spot.
The old Daoist priest slowly approached him. "You're from the future? Do you want to stop my death?"
The Taoist priest was filled with turmoil.
Breakthrough Otherworld is not merely about reshaping the past, but about completely resurrecting the master within that Otherworld.
The master before me is not a pre-programmed program; he is a living, breathing person with a soul.
For the first time, the Taoist deeply felt the terrifying power of the Otherworld.
But even so, he couldn't let his master die a second time.
The old Daoist priest said to himself, "My apprentice won't get up to practice before the rooster crows, nor will he be polite to me."
"You are my future apprentice, am I right?"
The Taoist bit his lower lip tightly. "You can understand it that way, so please come down the mountain."
The old Daoist priest asked curiously, "Did I kill Him?"
The Taoist shook his head. "No, but He was severely injured by you and fled to the Northern Territory, where he was later killed by me and my friends."
The old Daoist priest smirked. "Then I, your humble Daoist priest, am even less able to descend the mountain. I'll severely injure him so you can all have an easier time; otherwise, he'll go on a killing spree as soon as he comes down the mountain."
"The more blood he kills, the stronger he becomes, and the more difficult he is to deal with."
The Taoist was taken aback.
Indeed, the reason why the Snow City Dominator was able to resolve the situation smoothly back then, apart from the godlike Qin Ze, was largely due to the fact that the Dominator was not at his peak during the Escape.
This result was achieved at the cost of the master's life.
The old Daoist kicked the Taoist in the butt. "Go practice your kung fu, and don't try to teach me how to do things."
The Taoist spent his morning practice in a daze.
Afterwards, the old Daoist priest said, "I'll go prepare some talismans and personally escort you to your seclusion tomorrow."
Watching his master's hunched back recede into the distance, the Taoist whispered, "See you tomorrow, Master."
After returning to his room, the Taoist sat on the bed and closed his eyes to meditate.
The master calmly accepted his fate, but he couldn't accept it.
Suddenly, a thought flashed through the Taoist: could he also go to the Sealed Land beforehand to make preparations?
He's now at Level Nine, and with his pre-planned strategy, there's a very high chance he can kill the escaped Dominator.
In this way, Master won't have to die.
Without hesitation, the Taoist immediately went to the Sealed Land.
The Ancestral Beast's Sealing Land is at the summit of Yin-Yang Mountain.
The Taoist noticed something was wrong as soon as he reached the halfway point of the mountain. There was a fluctuation of power in the Sealed Land, and the seal was extremely unstable.
"Someone is breaking the seal!"
The Taoist suddenly accelerated and reached the mountain peak in a few steps.
But when he stepped into the Sealed Land, the scene before him took him by surprise.
A man carrying Sword Case was seen continuously channeling power into the sealing array.
It's not breaking the formation, but reinforcing the seal.
He had set up a shielding force field around the perimeter, which is why the Taoist only noticed the fluctuations halfway up the mountain.
The familiar Sword Case, the familiar figure— the Taoist blurted out, " Qin Ze!"
The man turned around abruptly, his black and white mask nearly falling off in fright.
"Holy crap!"
"Why did you arrive early? Weren't you supposed to be in seclusion tomorrow?"
The Taoist frowned.
The person before him was Qin Ze, yet he was not Qin Ze.
The aura, the voice, the Sword Case... all proved Qin Ze's identity.
But he was too strong; just standing there made the Taoist feel suffocated.
It's like... facing a god!
Where is Qin Ze?
The man carrying the Sword Case looked around, then quickly disappeared with a wave of his hand.
Before leaving, he said, "Tomorrow, some of the Dominator's power will escape from this place. Guard the seal and do not slacken your efforts."
The opponent was too strong, truly appearing and disappearing without a trace, even he, a Level Nine Martial Artist, couldn't keep up.
"The seal has indeed been reinforced..."
Only with his Level Nine strength could he perceive even the slightest thing.
In reality, the Taoist arrived the next day, so he did not encounter this person.
Even though the seal was clearly reinforced, why did the Dominator still escape?
Also, was that person Qin Ze just now?
The Taoist suddenly felt that his mind was not quite working properly.
"Could he be Qin Ze from the future? But why would a future Qin Ze appear in this Otherworld?"
Unable to figure it out after thinking for a long time, the Taoist had no choice but to put it aside for the time being and begin setting up the array trap.
The next day, the seal cracked just like in reality, and the Sovereign's Power escaped.
While repairing the seal, the Taoist used the formation he had set up the night before to surround and kill the Dominator.
But he still failed.
Even he, who had broken through to the Level Nine, could not withstand the power of the Dominator.
The Dominator headed straight down the mountain. The Taoist priest, seeing the seal still cracking, finally sighed and continued to repair it.
That night, the Taoist returned to the familiar courtyard, only to find it covered in blood.
"Master..."
The Taoist's voice trembled, and he staggered, finally finding the dying old Daoist priest in front of his door.
"Cough cough cough--"
"I'm getting old, and that beast got away anyway. Now... it's up to you..."
The old Daoist priest had half his body broken and was barely breathing.
The Taoist sat on the ground, rested his head on his lap, and wept uncontrollably.
"The formation has been repaired, so you don't need to worry."
The old Daoist forced a smile, "Truly worthy of being my prized student."
"Tell me about the future, what will the Yin-Yang Temple like then...?"
The Taoist said with tears in his eyes, "I've raised a rooster again, renovated the yard, and even built a room."
"And then...?"
"Later, I also took on a disciple. He was very talented and would definitely go further than me in the future. However, he was just as lazy as me, and would only get up to practice his skills when the rooster crowed three times a day."
The old Daoist priest smiled and said, "Just like your master."
The Taoist's tears fell incessantly onto his master's chest. "Yes, just like me."
"Master, what should I do?"
"I've been trying my best to play your role, but I'm still far from it, far from it..."
The old Daoist priest gripped the Taoist's hand tightly. "Why are you impersonating me?"
"You are you, my irreplaceable disciple, your disciple's irreplaceable master, and the future irreplaceable abbot of the Yin-Yang Temple."
"What you need to do is be yourself, not play the role of someone who has passed away. You are not an actor, and even actors can't perfectly portray a character."
"Besides... you've already done very well, even better than me, your master... I'm at ease entrusting the Yin-Yang Temple to you..."
The old Daoist priest slowly closed his eyes and Soundlessness.
The Taoist hugged the old Daoist priest tightly. "I understand, Master. I know what to do."
"From this moment on, I am who I am, I am the twenty-eighth abbot of the Yin-Yang Temple — Xuanbei."
A mysterious aura rose from beneath the Taoist's feet, circulated once, and then merged into his body.
Immediately, everything around them began to collapse rapidly.