Chapter 336: Still Remember Jufu? (Third update, asking for monthly votes.)

Especially its massive proboscis, which gleamed with a chilling light, was extremely terrifying. However, the moment it appeared, it immediately looked at the Thunder Frog warily, letting out continuous sharp roars.

The Thunder Frog swept its eyes over the Mosquito Beasts, showing a look of provocation.

Wang Lin smiled faintly, dismounted from the Thunder Frog's back, and ignored the two beasts glaring at each other, instead walking towards the Pagoda.

Outside the Pagoda, he took a deep breath, his expression solemn, and cupped his fists, saying, "Senior, this Junior was entrusted by Senior Zhou Yi to look after you for a thousand years. The Immortal Relic Land is extremely dangerous, and this Junior does not have many Magic Treasures. I wish to borrow an Immortal Sword for use, and hope Senior will grant my request."

After speaking, Wang Lin bowed deeply and entered the Pagoda.

On the topmost floor inside the Pagoda, Wang Lin saw the white-robed female corpse. The female corpse lay flat on an Immortal Jade bed, her eyes closed, completely devoid of aura. Beside her, lay two Immortal Swords, one large and one small, emitting waves of Sword Qi.

Gazing at the two Immortal Swords, Wang Lin pondered for a moment, his gaze lingering longer on the larger sword.

Wang Lin had felt a sense of familiarity with this large sword the first time he saw it in the Immortal Realm, as if he had seen it somewhere before. At that time, the situation was critical, and he didn't have time to think carefully. After returning to Vermilion Bird Star, he stayed by Li Muwan's side and had no leisure to attend to other matters.

Now that all matters were concluded, he saw this large sword again, and that sense of familiarity grew even stronger.

"I must have seen this sword before, but where exactly did I see it…?" Wang Lin thought for a long time, then pressed his right hand on the sword. There was no discomfort, and he grasped this massive Immortal Sword in his hand.

This sword, in fact, could no longer be considered a sword, but rather a rectangular door panel.

"A door panel?" Wang Lin was startled, his eyes showing a thoughtful expression. After a long while, his eyes narrowed, and he exclaimed, "Jufu!"

It was Jufu!

Back then, when Wang Lin was in the Heng Yue School, before the arrival of the Xuandao Sect, he had used his master's Jade Slip to select a Flying Sword from the Sword Pavilion. The one he chose was precisely that Flying Sword known as the most exaggerated in the entire State of Zhao—Jufu!

Wang Lin walked down the Pagoda with a bewildered expression, sat cross-legged outside the Pagoda, and stared at the large sword in his hand.

Memories from over four hundred years ago echoed in Wang Lin's mind. Recalling the moment he first saw Jufu, Wang Lin felt a surge of emotion. He still remembered that the Jufu sword shimmered with golden light all over, but this was not the sword's own radiance; rather, the Jufu was coated with a layer of gold.

Moreover, this gold was not a mist intended to conceal a peerless treasure sword; beneath the gold, the true material of the Jufu sword was the most ordinary raw iron.

Holding the hilt of the large sword, Wang Lin remembered that the Jufu from back then had two huge Crystal Stones inlaid there, but these Crystal Stones had no spiritual power whatsoever; they were merely for aesthetics.

Even the sword tassel of the Jufu sword was woven from golden threads.

This Jufu sword had disappeared into the spatial rift when Wang Lin's Storage Pouch was destroyed back then.

If not for this Immortal Sword, Wang Lin would never have recalled the Jufu of yesteryear.

However, upon closer inspection now, apart from the Crystal Stones at the hilt and the golden thread sword tassel, the two swords bore a striking resemblance.

Wang Lin's eyes flickered. He believed this was no coincidence. Could it be that the predecessor who made Jufu back then had seen this Immortal Sword? But this couldn't be explained at all.

That Senior from the State of Zhao was at most in the Nascent Soul Stage. With that person's strength, how could they possibly enter the Immortal Realm and have seen this Immortal Sword, which was hidden somewhere unknown and eventually summoned by the white-robed woman!

Wang Lin fell silent, recalling the life of that former Senior described on the plaque next to Jufu when he first saw it.

This person was originally useless in the Heng Yue School but ultimately saved the Heng Yue School from a great catastrophe, then died, leaving only a Jufu in the Sword Pavilion for someone destined to find it.

"Someone useless could also save the School from a great catastrophe. I didn't think much of it then, but now it seems there's definitely a secret about that Senior!" Wang Lin's eyes flickered as he glanced at the Immortal Sword in his hand.

"This Immortal Sword has no sword soul, its sword might is gone. To use it, it needs a sword soul…" Wang Lin's eyes flashed, and he slapped his Storage Pouch with his right hand.

"Xu Ligou, come out!"

A black ray of light flew out from the Storage Pouch, transforming into Xu Ligou's appearance. After he appeared, he immediately pounded his chest repeatedly with both hands, his eyes revealing an intense gleam of excitement.

"I'm finally out, haha…" Xu Ligou roared a few times.

At this moment, the Thunder Frog and the Mosquito Beasts, who had been staring at each other, suddenly turned their heads to look at Xu Ligou.

Xu Ligou quickly shut up and cautiously looked at the two beasts.

Wang Lin grabbed with his right hand, and Xu Ligou let out a wail as he was seized by Wang Lin and thrown into the Immortal Sword.

Immediately, the Immortal Sword trembled slightly, and the golden color on it slowly darkened.

Wang Lin frowned, and with a tap of his right hand on his glabella, streams of Wandering Souls immediately rushed out and, under Wang Lin's will, all drilled into the Immortal Sword.

The sword's color immediately darkened further, and before long, it completely changed from golden to a black glow.

Pressing his right hand on the sword, Wang Lin pondered for a moment and muttered to himself, "Using Wandering Souls as a sword soul can only unleash a small portion of this sword's power. If I could catch a Devouring Soul, it should restore some of this sword's power. Unfortunately, time is short; I must catch a Devouring Soul in the future."

Wang Lin stood up, put away the large sword, and with a wave of his left hand at the Pagoda, the Pagoda immediately shrank and landed in his hand, which he then placed into his Storage Pouch.

Afterward, Wang Lin took a deep breath, put away the Thunder Frog and Mosquito Beasts, moved his body, and disappeared from the spot.

In Apricot Blossom Village, at Old Zhou's house, a middle-aged woman held a baby girl in her arms, her eyes filled with maternal tenderness.

"Ruer, your father is going to Zhang Family Village this time to collect ginseng. He'll bring some back to nourish your body. This child of mine, I don't know what's wrong, your body has always been weak, sigh."

The woman held her for a while longer, softly singing a folk tune from the mountain village. As she sang softly, the baby girl closed her eyes, breathing evenly, clearly having fallen asleep.

After waiting for a while, once the baby was completely asleep, the woman gently placed the baby girl aside, kissed her forehead, and went to the kitchen to prepare dinner.

As soon as the woman left, a figure appeared in the room.

Wang Lin gazed blankly at the baby girl, his eyes filled with tenderness. His right hand trembled as he gently touched the baby girl's small face and whispered, "Wan'er…"

I forgot the year, the month, the day we met outside the Devil Cultivation Sea, you smiling, sorrowful, gazing at me.

The baby girl's beautiful eyelashes fluttered, and she slowly opened her eyes. Her clear black and white eyes looked at Wang Lin without making any sound.

The Nascent Soul's slumber prevented her fragile body from retaining any past memories. However, some people are always etched in memory; even if one forgets their voice, their smile, their face, the feeling one gets when remembering them will never change.

The baby girl's gaze at Wang Lin gradually became less clear and more迷茫. She didn't even notice her own weak body, as a tear flowed from the corner of her eye.

Wang Lin's heart ached. He stared blankly at the baby girl.

You gave me a tear, and I saw the entire ocean in your heart… Wang Lin gazed at the baby girl for a long, long time… Time may flow, years may pass, but his gaze remained.

"I will come to pick you up…" Wang Lin whispered, giving the baby girl a deep look, then turned and left.

As soon as he left, the baby girl's eyes immediately welled up with tears, and she began to cry with her tender voice.

The woman, who was cooking outside, immediately lifted the curtain and walked in, quickly picking up the baby girl and gently comforting her.

Gradually, the baby girl stopped crying, but her gaze was directed outside the room, and in her eyes, there was still confusion… Tie Yan sat cross-legged in his Immortal Cave, guarding that baby girl. Over the past year, he had grown accustomed to this almost semi-secluded life. Lyu Fei had sent a Jade Slip six months ago, asking to take over for him, but Tie Yan had refused.

From the moment Tie Yan stepped onto the path of cultivation, he had never experienced anything like this past year. Every day, he used his Divine Sense to survey the village, and he had memorized every household, even every name.

This feeling was very strange. In recent months, Tie Yan had even given up on meditating, immersing himself daily in the world of Mortals.

When Wang Lin entered the Immortal Cave and saw Tie Yan, his eyes narrowed.

Tie Yan quickly got up to greet Wang Lin.

"Good, compared to Lyu Fei, if you can continue to comprehend like this, you will definitely reach Soul Transformation one day. However, you need to be careful; you must reach Nascent Soul Perfection first," Wang Lin said gravely.

Tie Yan was startled, then nodded in agreement.

Wang Lin pondered for a moment, took out a wooden carving of the years, placed it aside, and said, "Take this object; feel it carefully." With that, he turned and left.

Tie Yan quietly gazed at the wooden carving, seemingly comprehending something.

Wang Lin sat atop the Mosquito Beasts, flying all the way towards the Immortal Relic Land.

At this moment, within the Devil Cultivation Sea, an undercurrent was surging within the Shattered Star Chaos.

Inside the Shattered Star Chaos, the ancient god's body, the Sea of Blood.

The Sea of Blood at this time had changed quite a bit compared to before; most of the stone spikes had disappeared, only the place where Tuosen was originally located still remained.

The entire Sea of Blood contained fewer than a hundred Cultivators. Each of these Cultivators had a thin red line between their eyebrows, and they were all sitting in meditation with closed eyes, immersed within the Sea of Blood.

Among these people, many were familiar to Wang Lin, such as Gu Di.

Each of these Cultivators exuded an eerie sensation, which was permeated with a strong bloody aura. As they breathed, the blood plasma in the Sea of Blood slowly integrated into their bodies.

In the Sea of Blood, on the stone spike where Tuosen once resided, a red-haired man with hair reaching his waist sat cross-legged, his head bowed deeply.

On the ground beneath him were numerous characters carved with fingernails.

All these characters formed one name.

"Wang Lin!"

This red-haired man was precisely Tuosen, who had obtained the Legacy of Divine Power. He slowly raised his head, his red hair covering his face, making his features indistinguishable. One could only see a hint of extreme hatred in the faint glow of his eyes behind the red hair.

"Wang Lin, the ancient god's body has reached its limit and is decaying. It won't be long before I can break through. You must not die; preserve the Legacy of Memory for me!"

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