After becoming a Taoist partner with my senior sister, my master changed

"Sister Li, it's time for us to set off." Lin Chuan didn't know how to respond, so he just pretended not to hear.

"But..." Li Yue wanted to say something else, but was interrupted by Jiang Wanying.

"Let's go, Sister Liyue." Jiang Wanying blushed and pulled Liyue out of the house.

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fairyland.

Inside the main hall of a dilapidated Taoist temple, an old Taoist priest, his face charred and unrecognizable, sat cross-legged on a cushion. In front of him, the stone platform where statues of gods should have been placed was replaced by spirit tablets.

"Master, there has been no news from the person you sent to the lower realm..."

A little Taoist boy rushed into the hall in a hurry, but after seeing the old man's face, he swallowed what he wanted to say.

"Master's injury seems to be more serious..." The little Taoist boy felt secretly sad.

"I see."

The old Taoist didn't feel much of a stir in his heart. Although he had tried his best to figure out that Jiang Wanying might be the variable that would change the current situation in the fairy world, but since she was a variable, how could she be so easily controlled?

"Human power is limited, how can people fight against nature?" The old man laughed at himself.

"Master, you are old." The little Taoist boy rubbed his eyes that were blinded by the wind and sand.

"Yes, I am old." The old Taoist nodded. Looking at the spirit tablet in front of him, his thoughts drifted away.

The Tianshu Immortal Sect was once a top sect in the Immortal Realm, renowned for its precise divination techniques. It could be said that of the ten divisions of divination in the world, the Tianshu Immortal Sect held eight; the Snow Demon Clan received one due to their innate talent; and the final division was shared by the rest of the group.

However, the frequent leaks of the secrets seemed to anger the heavens. Overnight, divine punishment descended, and nearly all the members of the sect were wiped out.

As the holy son of Tianshu Sect, he was able to save his life only after his master, the previous generation leader of Tianshu Sect, exhausted all his means when the heavenly punishment came. With the protection of the sect's treasure, Tianshu Umbrella, he was able to save his life.

But even with all his efforts, he was still hit by the lightning that he hadn't been able to stop, and the scar on his face was left at that time. Whenever he had the slightest thought of divination, the old scar on his face would relapse, making him feel excruciating pain.

After escaping, the old Taoist waited until the Heavenly Punishment dissipated, but he still didn't dare to go back. He was afraid! He was afraid that the Heavenly Punishment would return, and he was even more afraid of the other forces that would discover that the Tianshu Immortal Sect had disappeared overnight.

This heavenly punishment only targeted the people of the Tianshu Immortal Sect and did not cause damage to other things. So when the heavenly punishment dissipated, when others discovered that the once giant had disappeared overnight, a grand feast of division officially began.

Fortunately, as the holy son of the Tianshu Immortal Sect, he has always been familiar with the core skills. For hundreds of years, he has been hiding in the dark, secretly accumulating power, trying to restore the Tianshu Immortal Sect.

Just when the sect was about to be revived, fate played another huge joke on him. A hundred years ago, a fog came from nowhere and swept across the fairy world.

At first, people thought it was just a normal natural phenomenon, until...

An immortal fell into the mist!

But no one still takes it seriously. The Immortal Realm is the starting point of the Immortal World, just like cabbage. Normally, there are people from the Immortal Realm falling almost every day. The death of one person might just be a coincidence, right?

Coincidentally, not long after, a being at the Immortal Emperor realm also died in the mist! (PS: The realms of the Immortal Realm are divided into: Immortal Realm, Immortal Spirit Realm, Immortal King Realm, Immortal Emperor Realm, Immortal Venerable Realm, Immortal Saint Realm, Quasi-Immortal Emperor Realm, and Immortal Emperor Realm (which disappeared over two thousand years ago))

Now, all the factions were completely restless. They sat together and discussed sending a powerful Immortal Saint Realm expert to jointly go to the fog to investigate.

This time, they were completely wiped out! No, it can’t be said that they were completely wiped out, because they came back, and they all had a strange smile on their faces!

After returning to their own forces, these immortal saints began to frantically slaughter those around them. When an immortal saint loses control, almost no one can stop him.

Just as all forces were nearing despair, some people suddenly regained consciousness. Looking at the blood on their hands, their faces were filled with pain. Fearing they would once again become mad monsters, some chose to seal themselves away, awaiting a solution. Others chose to use secret techniques to reincarnate and cultivate anew.

Those strong ones who stood at the top of the pyramid could seal themselves away or be reborn, but that was not necessarily the case for those at the bottom.

Lacking the resources to permanently seal themselves, nor the secrets to reincarnation, they can only choose to sever their Dao flowers, strip themselves of their immortal Dao fruits, journey to the Zhuxian Terrace, endure the pain of having their immortal bones removed, and endure the heavenly punishment before returning to the lower realms. After all, if you don't take what Heaven gives you, you will suffer the consequences. There's no turning back in the cultivation of immortality; those who wish to descend to the lower realms must endure the heavenly punishment! Despite this arduous situation, some still rush to the Zhuxian Terrace, hoping for that one in ten thousand chance of returning to the lower realms.

The fog is spreading rapidly, and the era of immortal fall is coming!

"Tianshu!" the old man suddenly called out to the little Taoist boy.

"Master!" the little Taoist boy said respectfully.

"Reincarnate into the lower world." The old Taoist looked at the little Taoist boy in front of him with a loving face.

"I don't want to leave Master. I want to help Master restore the glory of the Immortal Sect!" The little Taoist boy hugged the old Taoist and shook his head like a rattle.

"Silly boy, where can't the Guangfu Immortal Sect be restored? The Immortal Realm is too dangerous nowadays. You have to go to the lower realms." The old Taoist touched the boy's head. He was very happy to have such a good disciple in his old age.

"Then Master, come with me to the lower world?" The little Taoist boy thought for a moment and suggested.

"I am old and cannot go, nor do I want to go to the lower world. I want to stay and accompany your uncles and ancestors." The old Taoist looked at the token on the stone platform with a look of relief in his eyes.

Of course he could reincarnate into the lower realm, but what about his lowly disciple? He thought, when his master exhausted all means to rescue him, he must have had the same idea as he did now, right?

"With my way, I pray to the heavens above and offer sacrifices to the netherworld below..."

Suddenly, a formation that seemed to have been set up long ago lit up on the floor of the Taoist temple, and a scarlet light enveloped the old Taoist and the young Taoist boy. The young Taoist boy's strength continued to soar, while the old Taoist's aura continued to wane.

Just when the little Taoist boy's cultivation level was rising like a rocket to the Immortal Venerable realm, the old Taoist shouted angrily:

"Tianshu, use the secret technique quickly!"

"Master..." The little Taoist boy stared at the old Taoist in a daze, then gritted his teeth and started to practice the secret method of reincarnation.

The little Taoist boy felt that his soul was being separated from his body and floating towards a dark and silent place.

"Jingshou Mingtai, remember who you are and the burden you carry!" the old Taoist shouted.

"My name is Tianshu, and I want to restore the glory of the Tianshu Immortal Sect! My name is..." The little Taoist boy resisted the call of the dark place to his soul and recited silently in his heart.

Finally, the summoning began to weaken, and the little Taoist boy's soul began to fall.

"Well, it seems to be successful." The old Taoist nodded with satisfaction, and then seemed to have thought of something. He shouted to the sky:

"God, you almost killed me last time when you were predicting Feng Aotian. You don't let me do divination, but I insist on doing it!"

"Tianshu, let me help you calculate what your future holds!"

"Divination Technique!"

The old Taoist priest made hand gestures, and pictures flashed before his eyes like a kaleidoscope.

"Great! My disciple Tianshu really has the potential to become an Immortal Emperor!"

The old man seemed to have seen something and smiled with relief. Then he looked at the heavenly punishment that was coming towards him with a mocking expression. The innate punishment turned into ashes in one step.

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