My eight sisters are the only ones who dote on me, and they are all crazy about supporting their you

The stars stopped moving, and suddenly a point of light flashed.

Tremble and then fall.

"He was favored by the Demon Emperor and died in that catastrophe."

Ziyou recognized this guy, one of the Twelve Saints of the Heavenly Emperor Court.

Holy Scale Taoist Master!

"Throughout the years, the spirit of the Emperor's weapon remains as graceful as ever, and the cycle of reincarnation remains unchanged."

The void was buzzing. A man stood with his hands behind his back. His hair was like golden threads, and there were laws of nature under his feet. There was an inviolable majesty in his eyes.

"Hey, that boy's aura...why is it so familiar?"

"Did the Demon Emperor lose in the end?" the blond man muttered to himself.

At this moment, his eyes fell below, and Wang Xiaoke's scalp tingled.

It felt like all the blood in my body had frozen.

Wow... so strong, is this the follower of the previous emperor?

Wang Xiaoke swallowed his saliva, his mouth feeling dry.

This breath, this pressure, this aura.

There is no doubt that he must be the best among the immortals.

"The Demon Emperor has not been defeated." Ziyou smiled.

Taoist Saint Lin relaxed his brows and laughed after a long time.

"Okay, okay, then why did you wake me up?"

A glimpse of freedom.

He immediately understood, looked at Xiao Ke, and then looked at Wang Zhiqiu.

"This is that boy's blood relative. Do you want me to choose her as the successor?"

Taoist Saint Lin's face was solemn, and he understood what he meant in an instant.

"This girl has decent talent, but why is her cultivation so low?"

"In the lower realms, he would be just a chore for a clan or family."

His face looked extremely unhappy, as if a god was about to get angry, and his divine power was overwhelming.

Wang Zhiqiu's hope, which had just ignited, was suddenly extinguished.

Ziyou shook his head and smiled bitterly: "You are still as impatient as ever."

"You don't know that the Emperor is in a plane where the way of heaven is damaged and the road to immortality is cut off."

"The lack of laws and the lack of spiritual energy make it difficult to find monks."

Taoist Saint Lin was stunned, this plane was simply a "barren land".

No wonder the practice is slow, this is the angel’s fault, not the human.

"Although I am only a remnant of my soul, it is easy for me to restore the way of heaven in the lower world."

"Why not let me out and take care of that kid at the same time."

Ziyou: "You can't leave the dojo, let alone outside the temple."

Taoist Saint Lin was silent for a few breaths and sighed softly.

"Hello, senior!" Wang Xiaoke saluted him respectfully.

"I heard that you and my master are acquainted. Seeing is believing. Now that I have seen you, I am deeply impressed."

"No wonder Master mentioned you and always praised you with a smile."

Taoist Saint Lin was shocked and instantly flashed to Xiao Ke's side.

"You are his disciple, yes. You practice the Chaos Fusion Heaven Art and are in charge of the temple. I never expected that."

Wang Zhiqiu: “???”

Isn’t my brother’s master the national master? Does Wu Tu recognize him?

Ziyou: “???”

Isn’t the young master’s master Zangtian? The two of them have nothing to do with each other.

Wang Xiaoke endured the violent pressure and saw excitement and complexity in his eyes.

"My friend... No, I should respect you as the young master."

"I've met the young master."

Taoist Saint Lin had no doubts and just nodded with a smile.

The Heavenly Emperor Palace was founded by the Demon Emperor, and Wang Xiaoke is considered the young palace master.

"Ha...haha, senior is so polite. Young Master is too distant. Just call me Xiao Ke."

Ziyou's mouth twitched. How could a person be so shameless? He wondered what Zangtian would think when he heard this.

"I died early, could it be that the Emperor is still alive?"

"No, my master died a long time ago, leaving only his memory to teach me how to practice."

"A few years ago, that lingering thought disappeared. I miss Master so much, and I want to pay my respects to him at his grave."

Wang Xiaoke's eyes were red and he choked with sobs, feeling very aggrieved.

If Ziyou didn't know the truth, he would have been fooled.

"Young Master has a kind heart and respects his teachers. I admire you!"

Taoist Saint Lin nodded and admired Wang Xiaoke even more.

"Thank you, senior."

"I am the one who has disturbed you this time and I took the initiative to do so."

Wang Xiaoke got to the point: "My sister is looking for an inheritance."

"I have searched everywhere, but none of them are as good as you, so..."

Taoist Saint Lin smiled with his hands behind his back, exuding confidence.

"Of course. Who below the Emperor rank dares to claim to be better than me?"

"Which of the Twelve Saints of the Heavenly Emperor Palace is not famous throughout the heavens?"