Ancestor Lingyuan had clearly made some sort of resolution. The greatest reason was that he valued Qin Ming's character and strength.
If Qin Ming had truly harbored ill intent, the Spirit Mist Sect likely would have ceased to exist long ago. Why would he repeatedly choose to save the sect's elders and disciples?
Qin Ming deliberated carefully for a long while before finally agreeing.
"Since that is the case, Li agrees to Senior Lingyuan's request. For the thousand years that I remain, even if I cannot lead the Spirit Mist Sect into flourishing prosperity, I can at least ensure it does not decline. That much I can guarantee."
Upon hearing this, a smile of relief appeared on Ancestor Lingyuan's originally bleak face. Perhaps because he sensed his end was near, countless complicated emotions surged within him.
"I never expected that I, Wei Hong, once a mere gelding smith in the mortal world, would enter the immortal path through a chance stroke of fate. After weathering the perils and obstacles of the immortal Dao, I have cultivated for ninety thousand years and established the mighty Spirit Mist Sect in the Spirit Realm. Becoming an immortal and founding an ancestry can be considered a life not lived in vain."
"Today's calamity is simply Heaven's will."
"The immortal Dao is cruel. Even having reached a stage such as ours, one slight misstep means being smashed to pieces, with ten thousand years of cultivation turned into foam."
"I hope Young Friend Li's road will stretch farther than this old fellow's, and that your immortal Dao will remain evergreen."
Ancestor Lingyuan's face was weathered with age. Looking back on everything he had experienced since stepping onto the path of cultivation, there was a trace of unwillingness in his tone, yet also helpless resignation.
Then he