220: "The Eighth Ancestor's Heaven-Shaking Demonic Art"!

Inside the Lin Manor, within a courtyard at this moment.

“Little girl, how is it?”

A beautiful young woman sat cross-legged on the bed, oblivious to the voice in her ear.

Spiritual energy flowed around her body; she was meditating and cultivating.

After an unknown amount of time, the woman finished her cultivation, opened her eyes, and slowly exhaled, “You old geezer, if it weren’t for you, would I be like this now?”

The voice in her ear sounded again, “Haha, little girl, although this old man has absorbed your cultivation for so many years.

But from now on, with this old man’s assistance, your cultivation will definitely be smooth sailing.

You can consider it a blessing in disguise!”

Upon hearing this, a glint of light flashed in the woman’s eyes, “So, you can help me go to the Heavensea Sect in the imperial capital three years from now and avenge myself?”

The voice laughed, “That is natural. A mere small Heavensea Sect, when this old man was in his prime…”

At this point, the voice stopped.

However, the woman wasn't concerned with these details; she had no interest in his tales of past glory.

What she cared about was whether she could ascend to the Heavensea Sect and avenge herself three years later!

Therefore, as soon as she heard the voice say that, her eyes lit up, “If that’s the case, then the matter of you absorbing six years of my cultivation will be considered settled.”

“Good! Good! Good!

However, don’t you want to see even higher scenery?”

As the voice spoke, it gradually became more serious.

The woman’s expression also began to turn serious, “What do you mean?”

The voice sounded, “Are you willing to take me as your master?”

The woman pondered for a while, “Before that, I want to ask a question.”

“Oh, still have a question? Then ask away!”

And so, the woman asked her biggest doubt from this period, “Who exactly are you, and what is your purpose?”

After the question was posed, the voice did not answer immediately but remained silent for a while.

The woman was not anxious and just sat there waiting.

After a long while, the voice finally sounded again.

“Little girl, I must say, your question is very bold!”

As the words fell, immediately after, the woman’s entire room became sealed off.

No sound could escape the room, and no sound from outside could enter.

Although the woman could still see outside from within the room, she had a feeling.

That was, she felt as if she was in another space right now.

Subsequently, the room flickered between light and dark, and the ring on the woman’s hand also lit up.

Countless streams of air converged towards mid-air, forming a figure.

Just like that, before the woman’s eyes, a transparent, ethereal old man appeared.

The moment the old man’s figure appeared, the woman felt a huge sense of oppression, both physically and mentally.

This aura was not directed at the woman; otherwise, she would have been crushed to death long ago.

Even so, the woman was not feeling well at this moment.

The woman struggled to support herself, laboriously raising her head, “Is this Divine Infant Realm, or Di Gang Realm?”

This continent is called Tianqiong Continent, and here, there are countless cultivators.

The cultivation realms, from lowest to highest, are Opening Meridian Realm, Qi Sea Realm, Yuandan Realm, Divine Infant Realm, Di Gang Realm, Heaven Profound Realm, Zhou Tian Realm, Piming Realm, and Ancestor Realm.

“Divine Infant Realm? Di Gang Realm?

Haha, in my prime, they were merely ants that could be extinguished with a flick of a finger.”

The voice came again, and the woman felt her body relax as the terrifying oppressive force disappeared.

Divine Infant Realm, and even Di Gang Realm, were merely ants in the voice’s mouth.

If this voice wasn't bragging, then she might have latched onto an incredibly powerful figure.

The figure had completely solidified, looking at the woman with benevolent eyes, “My arrival, for your current self, is not yet convenient to know.

However, what I can tell you is that my former cultivation was at the peak of Zhou Tian Realm, and I had even taken half a step into Piming Realm.

Once upon a time, I was also an existence standing at the pinnacle of this continent.

It was merely due to a twist of fate that I fell to this state.

I want to take you as my disciple, naturally, I have my own considerations.

But rest assured, I will not harm you, and my purpose will be revealed to you later.

Now, are you willing to take me as your master?”

Zhou Tian Realm, and even the peak of Zhou Tian Realm, the woman never imagined.

The remnant soul residing in a ring on her hand actually had such a powerful background.

For example, in their Qian Guang Empire, the sect master of the number one sect, Heavensea Sect, was merely a Di Gang Realm cultivator.

But this one before her was a Zhou Tian Realm cultivator!

Thinking of this, the woman no longer hesitated. The matter of absorbing her cultivation for a few years or not was completely unimportant.

What was that? That was Lin Zhao’s apprenticeship gift, not shameful at all.

Lin Zhao immediately bowed her head, “Disciple Lin Zhao greets Master!”

The ethereal old man stroked his beard and laughed, “A teachable child indeed!”

With a wave of his hand, “Rise, my good disciple!”

Then, Lin Zhao felt a force lift her up.

After standing up, Lin Zhao rubbed her hands awkwardly, gave a reserved smile, “Master, I have already become your disciple, I wonder, what kind of meeting gift do you have for your disciple?”

The old man laughed heartily, “Naturally, there is one, look!”

As soon as his voice fell, a scroll appeared in each of the old man’s hands.

Lin Zhao looked at the scrolls in her master’s hands, “Master, these are?”

The old man looked at the two scrolls in his hands, “The scroll in my left hand is a Heaven-tier cultivation technique, the True Fire Breaking Fate Art.

And the scroll in my right hand is half of an Ancestor-tier cultivation technique, the Eight Ancestors Heaven-Shaking Devil Art!”

“Heaven-tier, Ancestor-tier…” Lin Zhao muttered the words twice.

On the Tianqiong Continent, cultivation techniques and martial arts were divided into six grades: Human, Yuan, Spirit, Earth, Heaven, and Ancestor.

Most ordinary cultivators used Human, Yuan, and Spirit-tier cultivation techniques.

For example, their Lin family’s clan- trấn technique was the Yuan-tier cultivation technique, “Qi Returning Scripture.”

As for Earth-tier cultivation techniques, as far as Lin Zhao knew, throughout the entire Qian Guang Empire, only the Heavensea Sect and the Imperial Family possessed them.

The former served as a sect- trấn technique, only accessible to the sect master or young sect master.

The latter served as a nation- trấn technique, only accessible to the emperor and crown prince.

And what they possessed were merely the lowest-grade Earth-tier cultivation techniques.

The higher the cultivation technique grade, the more detailed the grading became, and the greater the difference.

Even two cultivation techniques of the same grade but different levels could have vastly different powers.

Heaven-tier cultivation techniques were rarely seen for tens of thousands of years.

As for Ancestor-tier cultivation techniques, she had never even heard of them.

She only vaguely knew that such a grade seemed to exist.

Although Heaven-tier cultivation techniques were powerful, compared to Ancestor-tier cultivation techniques, they were very ordinary.

Under normal circumstances, one would already know which of the two cultivation techniques was more important and how to choose.

However, this Eight Ancestors Heaven-Shaking Devil Art was only half complete, and since it was called a Devil Art, it didn't feel like a good path.

But in the end, Lin Zhao still decided to choose the Eight Ancestors Heaven-Shaking Devil Art.

The so-called distinction between good and evil, in the end, was merely a lack of strength.

After sixteen years of ups and downs, and six years of experiencing the harsh realities of life.

Lin Zhao had already understood that everything else was illusory; only strength was truly her own.

Just as Lin Zhao was about to make her choice, the ethereal old man suddenly spoke…