Within the ruins of the Primordial Demon Sect, the power of the moon and sun surged like a vast ocean.
Faced with the Primordial Demon Spirit's plea for mercy, Lin Yuan remained unmoved.
With a swift motion, a thread of yin-yang power transformed into a sharp sword, piercing through the Primordial Demon Spirit's blood-red figure.
In an instant, the blood-colored body bubbled and then quickly restored itself.
However, this scene made Lin Yuan pause for a moment because—
[Your heaven-defying insight allowed you to glimpse the essence of the Primordial Demon Spirit and comprehend the demonic art 'Great Wild Return to Origin Technique.']
In that moment, all the understanding of the 'Great Wild Return to Origin Technique' flooded into Lin Yuan's mind.
"This technique," Lin Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly.
Though he hadn’t practiced it, Lin Yuan was certain this was a Heavenly Master-level technique; even the Heavenly Master Mansion didn't possess many techniques of this level.
Lin Yuan looked down at the blood-red figure on the altar, screaming in anguish.
What was the Primordial Demon Spirit? A guardian?
Clearly not.
The Primordial Demon Spirit couldn't leave the altar or the site of the Primordial Demon Sect ruins.
It was obviously unrelated to any guardian role.
Lin Yuan speculated that the Primordial Demon Spirit was more akin to a kind of inheritor, holding onto the legacy of the Primordial Demon Sect to prevent its complete extinction.
Sixty years ago, the leader of the Ten Thousand Demons Sect obtained part of the Primordial Demon Sect's legacy from the Primordial Demon Spirit and thus established the Ten Thousand Demons Sect, causing chaos in the world.
Since it was an inheritor, it must possess much of the Primordial Demon Sect's heritage.
When the yin-yang power pierced the Primordial Demon Spirit earlier, it instinctively used the 'Great Wild Return to Origin Technique' to recover, which Lin Yuan saw through his heaven-defying insight.
For sixty years, Lin Yuan had been hunting down demon heads and had indeed learned many demonic secret techniques.
But those secret arts were of little significance, and Lin Yuan largely dismissed them.
However, the Primordial Demon Spirit in front of him carried a demonic legacy not inferior to that of the Heavenly Master Mansion.
Its many profound mysteries caught Lin Yuan’s attention.
"Step by step," Lin Yuan decided in his mind.
Originally, he intended to make quick work of the Primordial Demon Spirit, but since there was benefit to be gained, Lin Yuan naturally wouldn’t let it slip away so easily.
And so it went—
Lin Yuan deliberately held back, forcing the Primordial Demon Spirit to use various inherited techniques.
Over a few months, the Primordial Demon Spirit had been practically squeezed dry by Lin Yuan.
All of its demonic heritage landed in Lin Yuan’s hands.
"Will you kill me or not? Make it quick," the Primordial Demon Spirit finally gave up in resignation on the altar.
Though not a living being, it possessed wisdom and couldn’t fathom why Lin Yuan, having enough strength to destroy it, had played around for several months.
Did Lin Yuan find it amusing?
The Primordial Demon Spirit would never have guessed that all its hidden techniques had been learned by Lin Yuan.
"Alright," Lin Yuan nodded.
Once he confirmed there was nothing more to gain from the Primordial Demon Spirit, he utilized the grand yin-yang millstone, completely obliterating it.
Emerging from the ruins of the Primordial Demon Sect, Lin Yuan glanced back once more.
This journey to the Primordial Demon Sect had been a dual accomplishment.
He not only truly destroyed the Primordial Demon Sect, achieving what none of the previous Heavenly Masters had, but also obtained its entire legacy of secret arts.
Although Lin Yuan was a Heavenly Master of the Heavenly Master Mansion, he held no aversion to the legacy of demonic arts.
As long as it could make him stronger, it didn’t matter whether it was righteous or demonic.
The Universal Human Alliance possessed an enormous pool of evolutionary paths, some of which were terrifying, even feeding on blood and souls, yet not restricted by the three goddesses.
Power in itself was neither good nor evil; it was how one used it that defined morality.
"Demonic path," Lin Yuan mused thoughtfully.
Over these months, he had thoroughly understood and absorbed much of the Primordial Demon Sect's heritage.
His heaven-defying insight was tied to his strength.
Before attaining the Heavenly Master title, it took Lin Yuan several years to barely comprehend the insights within the True Dao Treasury.
After becoming a Heavenly Master and through sixty years of further cultivation, Lin Yuan only required a few months to grasp the profound heritage of the Primordial Demon Sect, rivaling that of the True Martial Dao Treasury.
“The way of Heaven diminishes the surplus to supplement the deficiency; the demonic way diminishes the deficiency to supplement the surplus,” countless demonic insights surged in Lin Yuan’s mind.
At Dragon Tiger Mountain, Lin Yuan stood before the True Martial Great Hall, gazing upwards at the statue of the True Martial Great Emperor.
"Heavenly Master," Qingping quickly approached.
In the sixty years that had passed, the once-renown Cangqing and Pingyang Real Master had passed away.
The Heavenly Master Mansion was now primarily managed by Qingping and a few others in the Heavenly Phenomenon Realm.
"Master," a figure respectfully entered, bowing to Lin Yuan.
"Hmm? You've become a Heavenly Master?" "Not bad, not bad," Lin Yuan turned to glance at the figure.
This was Yu An, an orphan Lin Yuan found fifty years ago while eliminating demons.
Noticing the boy’s exceptional talent, he took Yu An under his wing, carefully teaching him for a few years.
At age ten, Yu An was brought to Dragon Tiger Mountain.
Though Yu An’s talent was inadequate to gain True Martial Sword’s recognition, under Lin Yuan’s command, True Martial Sword had no choice but to acknowledge Yu An.
Forty years later, Yu An did not disappoint Lin Yuan and officially became a Heavenly Master two years ago.
Thus, the Heavenly Master Mansion welcomed its most prosperous period with two Heavenly Masters emerging in one era.
"If not for Master, I would've perished at the base of the mountain long ago," Yu An said respectfully.
His achievements were inseparable from Lin Yuan’s years of tutelage, which claimed a leading role beyond that of the True Martial Sword's influence.
As his power strengthened, Yu An increasingly perceived the profound depths of his master.
As a child, Yu An simply thought his master was very powerful.
Upon reaching the upper third rank, seeing his master felt like standing before heaven itself.
And now, as a Heavenly Master, Yu An was awestruck at how his master resembled the boundless heavens and earth.
It's akin to seeing Dragon Tiger Mountain from a hundred miles away and thinking it's not very high, only for it to grow as you approach, towering above when you reach its base, obscuring the sky itself.
At Zhang Family Fortress, blooming with peach blossoms, a mountain was filled with swirling petals.
Nobody knew that over eighty years ago, it had been annihilated by the demonic sect, where over a thousand lives perished, staining the land with blood.
Today, the Zhang Family Fortress had become a ‘cemetery,’ housing the Zhang family of old.
Thanks to Master Zhang’s reputation, guards stationed outside ensured peace for the dead, prohibiting disturbances.
Because of this, the ‘cemetery’ remained undisturbed, unusually quiet except for today.
Inside, before a tombstone, stood a figure in a daoist robe with a youthful visage—Lin Yuan.
He gazed at the tombstone, inscribed with the names 'Zhang Kun, Su Yun'—the father and mother of Lin Yuan’s current body.
“It's time,” Lin Yuan thought, glancing around.
His time in this realm was nearing its end; in less than half an hour, he’d be drawn back to the Main World.
The Heavenly Master Mansion had a new Heavenly Master now, along with the Heavenly Master's Sword, embedding Lin Yuan's Taiji teachings, resting in the Dragon Tiger Mountain’s Sword Tomb.
At this time, Lin Yuan was free of any burdens.
Before leaving, he wished to see his parents of this life once more.
Time slipped by, and soon the half-hour was up.
In Lin Yuan's mind, the Gate of Myriad Realms shone brightly.
As consciousness prepared to return, Lin Yuan’s thoughts shifted.
The yin-yang Taiji force within him collided and dissipated.
His physical form began disintegrating, vanishing with a gentle breeze.
Born in this world, perish in this world.
The world no longer has Master Zhang.
The second traversal was complete, and the main world plot, involving 'spreading the Dao,' would begin tomorrow.
Seek a monthly ticket.
(End of Chapter)