Moreover, Huo Wuya's purpose is merely to take disciples without any malice.
"Master Huo, this..."
"Young friend, there's no need to worry."
Huo Wuya guessed what he wanted to say, waved his hand and interrupted: "I have figured it out. Since young friend has inherited from Martial Saint Mountain, then you are family, why adhere to the formalities of master and disciple? Previously, I was blinded by vanity, still plotting against a junior despite my old age; how truly shameful..."
This confession was sincere, and indeed heartfelt.
Chen Mo, having absorbed the Sword Intent left by the Ancestor, was already considered a sect descendant.
Whether formally apprenticed or not, this bond is real and irreplaceable by anyone.
Huo Wuya extracted a Jade Scroll from within his sleeve and handed it to Chen Mo, saying: "This is the True Explanation of Sword Dao left by the Ancestor, which contains the insights of the Ultimate Venerable's practice, supplemented and perfected by successive Sect Leaders, nearing the Dao."
"You've absorbed the extreme Sword Intent; this should be very useful to you."
"True Explanation of Sword Dao?"
Chen Mo, being a Martial Arts Grandmaster himself, naturally understood its significance and quickly waved his hand: "This is far too precious; I am not a descendant of Martial Saint Mountain and cannot accept..."
"If no one comprehends this, it's merely a sheet of waste paper; besides, it's not exclusive to one." Huo Wuya said with a smile: "I've already transcribed several copies, prepared for Lianji and Zhixia, so no need for courtesy young friend."
Then, he made a slight movement with his palm, causing the Jade Scroll to shatter and transform into a stream of light that entered Chen Mo's brow.
Simultaneously, in his Spirit Platform appeared a simple old book, the cover yellowed and inscribed only with "Martial Cultivator."
As the pages opened, countless characters leapt out, flooding into the Divine Soul, instantly dragging his consciousness into another space.
"This still seems like the Green Sun Mountain Range, yet somewhat different..."
Suspended in midair, below was an unending expanse of vast mountain ranges, overlapping woodlands sprawling as far as the eye could see, while the wind stirred a green wave.
At the zenith of the mountains stood a tall figure, crane-haired and youthful, hands clasped behind, the silver strands in his hair dancing in the breeze, fiery Gang Qi burning intensely all around him, akin to an unbearably bright sun.
The elder seemed to notice Chen Mo, slightly lifting his eyelid, inspecting him with great curiosity.
"Neither martial nor Daoist, bearing the breath of Origin with a hint of Dragon Qi... young one, you should not be a disciple of Martial Saint Mountain?"
He paused, shaking his head: "No, to be precise, you should not belong to this world."
?!
Chen Mo's heart was startled in shock, alarms rang loudly!
This was the first time anyone had seen through his origins so instantly, not even Her Majesty the Consort could do it!
Could it be that this elder before him was the legendary Martial Ancestor?
It turns out the Martial Ancestor had not died, but concealed his Divine Soul within the Jade Scroll, enduring for thousands of years without perishing?!
"No need for anxiety, I am not a remnant soul, merely a projection the Jade Scroll transformed into after absorbing some Daoist Charm over the ages." The elder seemed to read minds, smiling as he spoke: "Since you can see me, it means the Jade Scroll has been comprehended by you, thus I have become a part of you, naturally clear about your background."


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