Leading the entire sect to victory, this useless girl amazed the world of cultivation!

Just think about it, what kind of experience would it be like to witness an old ancestor in the Mahayana period who is about to "end his life" crying like a child, holding up a toe bone and calling him "old ancestor"?

That's just... too weird.

The life span of a Mahayana cultivator who has not yet passed the tribulation is 30,000 years!

In other words, the ancestor of the ancestor...

How old is it?!

Perhaps the Mahayana ancestor cried so sadly that the spiritual consciousness in his toe bones was finally activated.

Then a transparent figure appeared, his whole body shining with the light of Taoism. He was handsome and radiant. It was Ji Wushuang's second master - Lian Beihai.

Lian Beihai glanced at the Mahayana Patriarch with disdain and said, "Are you... Little Stone?"

"Yes, yes, it's me, ancestor."

"I didn't expect that even you have become so old."

"Grandfather, you've been gone for too long... Woo woo..."

"Why are you crying? Are you crying at my grave? Oh no, I died a long time ago. It's okay to cry for a while, but don't cry for too long. This wisp of my consciousness won't live for long."

"Woo woo woo, ancestor..."

"Shut up."

"Oh."

The gray-haired old man really stopped sobbing and looked at the shadow of Lian Beihai with admiration.

Lian Beihai then said, "Back in the battle of Zhuxian, I and a few other old men all died. Accidentally, our bodies and souls were sucked into the Divine Tomb, where we've been wandering ever since... How long has it been since then?"

"Ancestor, it's been almost sixty thousand years."

"It's been so long..." Lian Beihai murmured, "But now that my remains have returned to the sect, I have no regrets. Just find a beautiful place with clear water and mountains to bury me. And don't worry about me anymore. I should have died a long time ago."

"Ancestor..."

"But there is one thing that worries me."

When the Mahayana Patriarch heard that his own ancestor was worried, he quickly straightened his back and said, "Ancestor, please give your orders."

"Wushuang!"

"Second Master, I'm here."

Lian Beihai turned to look at Ji Wushuang, his brows filled with tenderness and heartache. He instructed the Mahayana Patriarch, "Little Stone, this is my last disciple, your uncle. She's a poor child. It's a pity I can't protect her, so I've handed her over to you. Can you take good care of her on my behalf?"

The Mahayana Patriarch quickly said, "Please rest assured, Patriarch. I will take good care of my junior uncle. As long as my junior uncle wants it, I will definitely find it for him."

"One more thing."

"Master, please give your instructions."

"Your junior master's uncle possesses dual spiritual roots of fire and wood, a gifted individual. However, her spirit bones were dug up and thrown into the Divine Tomb. Luckily, we found them and raised them with great difficulty. The Divine Tomb connects all realms, and we don't know where your junior master's uncle belongs. Do your best to retrieve her spirit bones. If you can't, rebuild one for her. Remember! Use the finest natural materials and treasures!"

"Yes!"

"Your grandmaster and I were able to return to our roots thanks to your junior uncle. You must treat her well."

"Yes!"

Lian Beihai finished speaking, and suddenly lowered his eyes to look at Ji Wushuang, then raised his hand to rub her head, and said with a smile: "Girl, now someone will protect you on your behalf. The news about the master has also been passed back to the sect. The master's wish has been fulfilled, so I will leave first."

Seeing Lian Beihai's increasingly shallow consciousness, Ji Wushuang, who had clearly prepared for separation a long time ago, couldn't help but shed tears.

"Second Master..."

"Wushuang girl, take care of yourself."

In the end, Lian Beihai's appearance was frozen in a gentle smile, and then he was carried away by a breeze...

melodious.

Long.

After Lian Beihai's breath completely disappeared, Ji Wushuang raised his hand to wipe the moisture from the corners of his eyes, respectfully collected the toe bones, and then reluctantly handed them to the Mahayana ancestor.

The Mahayana ancestor quickly took out a jade box from the space and put it away carefully.

Then she wiped away the hot tears from the corners of her eyes and smiled at Ji Wushuang like a morning glory.

It had been so long since he had spoken to such a "small" person, and his junior uncle at that, that he couldn't help but pinch his throat, trying to sound harmless. "Junior uncle, you've worked so hard. My name is Shi Lei, and my master likes to call me Little Stone. Do you want to go with me? How about Little Stone take you back to Wuwang Island? The island is full of spiritual energy, which can nourish your body very well."

Ji Wushuang was at a loss whether to laugh or cry, and said, "Master nephew, you don't have to be so polite. I have other tasks to do."

"Whatever task you want, just tell me."

"My other four masters were with Second Master back then. I want to bring back their remains and last wishes as well."

Shi Lei's expression darkened when he mentioned this. He smiled bitterly and said, "Junior Master, to be honest, after the Zhuxian War, many sects fell... Of the five great sects, only our Yunlan Sect remains..."

Of course, when some people fall, others rise, such as the five major immortal sects today.

Ji Wushuang accepted it calmly. She nodded and said, "Even so, I will go look for it."

"But the Tianlan Continent is so vast, your body..."

Shi Lei was really hesitant. His junior uncle's body was not suitable for cultivation, and it would be extremely difficult to find the remains of the other four great sects in the Tianlan Continent!

If you are not careful, you may lose your life.

How could he face his master then?

Ji Wushuang also fell into deep thought. Shi Lei said, "How about this? You stay in the sect first. I, your nephew, will find a way to rebuild your spirit bones. Once your spirit bones are rebuilt, you can slowly cultivate and then go look for the ruins of the other four great sects. How do you do that?"

At this moment, it seems that this is the only way.

Ji Wushuang apologized, "I'm sorry for causing trouble to you, nephew."

Shi Lei's laughter once again spread like a morning glory: "Then will you go with my nephew?"

Ji Wushuang thought of the younger generation that his Second Master was worried about—the great enemy Lian Yuan. He shook his head and said, "No, I'll just stay in the sect."

Since he is a younger generation that the second master cares about and has opportunity and luck, she will help him.