Within the Hall of Law Transmission.
Ye Luo held a book in his hands, sitting in the corner with a gleam in his eyes.
Through this book that recorded ancient secrets.
He had gradually come to understand his own situation.
In ancient times, humans originally had no Spirit Roots, and the birth of Spirit Roots was like a shackle imposed by Heaven and Earth on humans...
Moreover, this book put forth a hypothesis.
Heaven and Earth set Spirit Roots on the human body to limit their cultivation.
Suppose a person was born with some kind of special, powerful physique, then Spirit Roots could not restrict their rate of cultivation. Perhaps due to different reasons arising across eras, but as long as one could cultivate, their progress would be astoundingly fast...
If he had not guessed wrong.
He was this type of person.
Ye Luo took a deep breath, murmuring to himself.
"So it turns out, I'm not a waste, but someone with a powerful gift..."
"No wonder Respected Master sent me to the Hall of Law Transmission, it was to let me understand all this. Respected Master, I have grasped your profound meaning!"
He still felt a bit excited.
Anyone who had carried the title of 'waste material' for so many years would feel uncomfortable.
Now that he knew he was the one with true talent, he felt a rush of elation.
He was not a man forsaken by heaven!
He was a man envied by heaven!!
At the same time, he had also unraveled the last bit of doubt he had about his master.
He had thought, why his Respected Master, a mighty Tribulation-Transcending Great Power and Sect Master of a Hidden Sect, would not choose those with the Heavenly Spiritual Root or Earth Spirit Root as disciples.
But instead, he chose him, a person without a Spirit Root.
It was because he was the one with real talent!
Having learned all this,
Ye Luo didn't become arrogant but felt even greater pressure in his heart.
Without his Respected Master sending him to the Hall of Law Transmission, he wouldn't have known these secrets.
All of this was bestowed by his Respected Master.
He must not fail to meet Respected Master's expectations.
Ye Luo's eyes shined with fighting spirit as he returned the book to its place and walked out of the Hall of Law Transmission.
He was going to comprehend the Dao.
He was going to practice the sword.
He was going to grow stronger as quickly as possible, to repay Respected Master's supreme grace!
Without any hesitation, Ye Luo swiftly returned to the Grand Hall Square to commence his contemplation.
Just like that, Ye Luo entered an intense cultivation phase, comprehending the Dao by day, practicing the sword at night, day after day.
...
In the blink of an eye, several days passed.
This day, outside Misty Mountain, an open field welcomed a group of people.
These people were all walking on air, and the weakest among them were at the Golden Core; the strongest had reached the Divinity Transformation Realm.
They were the powerhouses of the various major Sects.
The black-robed elder at the forefront was gripping Zhang San, his face ashen as he surveyed the surrounding misty clouds.
His Divine Sense swept over the area.
Where was there any Misty Mountain...
This Zhang San was clearly toying with them!!
"A madman beyond the law, indeed. To behave so deceitfully despite the situation, truly acting as if above all laws!"
"Hahahaha, I have roamed the lands for so many years, yet this is the first time I've been duped! To become the first person to deceive me, you may as well die a glorious death!"
The black-robed elder said hoarsely.
A naked murderous intent flickered in his eyes.
The faces of the other strong characters also looked bad, but what was more apparent in their eyes was concern.
They had not retrieved the secret manuals and scriptures of their Sects.
If they returned like this, it would be difficult to explain.
Zhang San looked at the expressions on these powerhouses and knew the seriousness of the situation, repeatedly saying, "It's true! I really didn't deceive you, it's just up ahead, inside the mist, there is a Misty Mountain with a Sect called Wayless Sect on it!"
"Ouch, I'm really not lying to you, if you don't believe it, let me down. I'll take you there! It's really just ahead. If it's not, I will perform for you right here, swallowing a stone with my mouth, this one, without using any mana, I'll swallow it for you to see!"
He pointed to a huge stone about a hundred meters away, thirty meters in size, his face full of resolve.
The stone: "???"
Go ahead with your chat, but what does it have to do with me? Why do you have to swallow me all the time?
But the black-robed elder merely laughed in his extreme fury. His Divine Sense had swept over it; there couldn't possibly be anything there that could escape his perception.
The other powerhouses, however, didn't think in the same way and spoke up one after another, asking Zhang San to lead them there.
Even if there was the slightest chance, they were not willing to give up.
The cloaked elder had no choice but to let Zhang San go and have him lead the way.
Zhang San landed and hurriedly led the group of powerhouses through the mist.
"I'm really not tricking you guys, just ahead, right up ahead, is Misty Mountain, and on the mountain, there's a sect called Wayless Sect."
"I don't know why, but last time I came here, the mist wasn't this thick, and this time it's so dense... Look, Misty Mountain is right there... there..."
Staring at the vast expanse in front of him.
Zhang San was stunned.
Where was there any Misty Mountain in front of them?
There was only the rolling mist spreading out.
Oh my god...
Where is Misty Mountain!!!
Misty Mountain, come out already!
If you don't come out, my head is gone!!
Without turning his head, Zhang San could feel just how tense the air behind him had become.
Making a fool out of a Divinity Transformation Realm powerhouse and a bunch of Nascent Soul Golden Core experts, over and over...
Anyone could guess what his fate would be.
"So, uh, the weather's nice today, have you all eaten yet?"
Zhang San feigned ease, turned around with a smile, and casually asked.
As his words fell, he greased his feet, instantly erupted mana, and made a break for it.
"You're seeking death! Great Heaven-Extending Seal!"
The cloaked elder erupted in rage, striking out with a palm, its overwhelming might thundering towards Zhang San.
Boom rumble rumble...
The land within a thousand miles centered on Misty Mountain began to quiver.
...
Chu Yuan, who was lying on the Back Cliff of Wayless Sect sunbathing, was also startled by the tremor.
He took a fall from the shock.
"Is this an earthquake?"
Chu Yuan looked around in confusion.
Subconsciously releasing his Nascent Soul Realm divine sense, he scanned in all directions.
That's when he understood.
There were powerhouses outside Misty Mountain fighting with magic.
And that might...
Even he felt threatened.
The people fighting outside were stronger than him!
Are there so many powerhouses in the Cultivation Realm?
Random people dueling outside his sect are stronger than him.
Is his Nascent Soul too weak...
A year later, having exhausted Ye Luo as his disciple, he only managed to reach Mid Nascent Soul Stage.
It seems...
Probably...
Sort of...
Still a bit weak.
No good!
He can't keep slacking off like this.
He needs to take on a few more disciples.
Exhausting one disciple, he could raise by a minor realm.
Exhausting three, that's a major realm.
If he exhausts ten or twenty, then he'll be invincible under the heavens.
From Nascent Soul to invincible isn't just talk!
Yes!
He needs to take on more disciples.
Since things with Ye Luo are settled, there's no issue going out to find new disciples.
As Chu Yuan's divine sense swept over, he spotted Ye Luo sitting cross-legged in the Grand Hall Square.
He couldn't help but reveal a smile.
This disciple is really cute.
He's so easily hoodwinked.
As for enlightenment?
If you can perceive something, I'll kneel and kowtow to you, calling you grandpa...