“If Senior Lin Yan could really capture all the cultivators outside the forest, there would be no need for you to go to such great lengths by using Sister Xue and the others as bait to lure us here.” ng Qi said calmly.
“Hmph.” Lin Yan tilted her head slightly, “You still call senior?”
ng Qi cupped her hands together and gave a deep bow, “Senior is a legendary dical cultivator of the Profound Realm. In the past, you even sacrificed your cultivation to save others, resulting in a fall from the Void Comprehending stage and a stagnated cultivation afterward. You have always been soone I admire.”
“What’s more…” She paused, “In the Grand Tournant barrier in the Apricot forest, I obtained the Five Spirit Cauldron and the dical notes from Senior. No matter what, Senior Lin Yan will always be a predecessor I revered.”
“ng Qiqi,” Lin Yan stared at ng Qi for a mont, “You’ve guessed it right. The main array here is the Heavenly Purgatory Array.”
ng Qi’s heart stirred, “The dical notes recorded that there is a legendary array that combines many rare spiritual treasures and dicinal materials to revive a fallen cultivator. However, no one has ever really achieved it.”
“ng Qi, you are also a dical cultivator,” Lin Yan didn’t dwell on that topic and continued, “Have you ever thought about the Dao of dical cultivation?”
ng Qi was stunned.
Without waiting for her response, Lin Yan continued, “A healer should possess compassion and benevolence. In the eyes of dical cultivators, the lives of all beings are equal, without considering their status or worthiness. When I first beca my master’s disciple, this is his first teaching to .”
ng Qi remained silent.
“However, is there truly a person in this world completely devoid of self-interest? Cultivators strive to cultivate their hearts, but achieving absolute selflessness is impossible,” Lin Yan glanced at her, “After demon cultivators reach the Spirit Severing stage, they rely on their primordial spirit for assistance. Sword cultivators and spell cultivators, upon reaching the sa level, also separate a strand of their spiritual sense, rging it into their natal weapon to achieve a true connection, enabling their combat prowess to advance by leaps and bounds. As for dical cultivators…”
Lin Yan smirked, “Only after we reach the Spirit Severing stage do we truly embark on the path of dical cultivation. The path of dical cultivation demands honesty, compassion, and benevolence. The dark side within our hearts is forcibly separated but not eradicated. It lies dormant within our spiritual sea. As we progress, they progress alongside us. That is the transformation dical cultivators must undergo. From the Spirit Severing stage onward, every ti we undergo tribulation, we also must also resist the inner demons within ourselves. Are you aware of this?”
ng Qi nodded slowly. “I’ve heard of it.”
“That’s why the tribulations faced by dical cultivators in ancient tis were often more dangerous than those of sword cultivators and spell cultivators. I’ve heard that later dical cultivators no longer experienced such tribulations?”
“Yes,” ng Qi nodded, “Over thousands of years, the legacy of dical cultivation nearly perished multiple tis, and the thod of dividing one’s spiritual consciousness was also lost.”
“Heh…” Lin Yan chuckled lightly, “No wonder there is no longer a Profound-grade dical cultivator in this world.”
ng Qi remained silent. She understood what Lin Yan implied. Tens of thousands of years ago, dical cultivators were not inferior to sword cultivators and spell cultivators, and one reason was precisely what Lin Yan had just ntioned — the ability of ancient dical cultivators to divide their spiritual consciousness. They would separate all the dark thoughts and ideas that contradicted the path of dical cultivation from their hearts and seal them in their spiritual seas. This purified their dao heart and allowed for faster progress. However, as a consequence, they often faced more terrifying and dangerous tribulations during their cultivation journey. Thus, many ancient dical cultivators perished during tribulations.
Later, this legacy was severed, combined with the loss of nurous ancient scriptures and techniques, causing the decline of dical cultivators. Their cultivation speed fell behind sword cultivators and spell cultivators. Their techniques were inferior, let alone their combat power. When ng Qi heard about the Apricot Forest and the competition within the Grand Tournant barrier, she vaguely guessed that the Feng Alliance’s true intention was perhaps to restore this thod of dividing spiritual consciousness.
“ng Qi, since you can pass the Grand Tournant barrier and get the legacy, it ans you have gotten her recognition.”
“Her?” ng Qi was taken aback.
“Surely you’ve figured it out, haven’t you?” Lin Yan curled her lips, looking at ng Qi with a half-smile, as if amused. “I am the manifestation of the negative thoughts that Lin Yan divided and contained within her spiritual sea. Although we are one entity, there are still so differences between us.” She continued, “You know what Lin Yan has done, don’t you?”
“Yes.” ng Qi took a deep breath and said slowly: “Senior Lin Yan, in order to save the common people in six cities and eight towns, exhausted her cultivation, resulting in her cultivation base to fell from the Void Comprehending stage…”
“Yes.” Lin Yan interrupted. Her lips curled, preventing ng Qi from continuing. She stood with her hands behind her back and let out a cold smile. “And thus, she left behind a renowned na that lasted for millions of years, achieving the title of the last great dical cultivator who ever reached the legendary Profound Realm. However…”
“Back then, there was soone by her side. He accompanied her to fight against those devil cultivators and the venomous creatures they brought. To protect her, he was seriously injured. His muscles and tendons cut, his bones broken, and his body was riddled with venoms and poisons, yet not a single enemy managed to even reach her.”
ng Qi was slightly taken aback; this was sothing she had never heard before. Lin Yan as recorded in the books was a powerhouse of the ancient era. She was the last, and also the youngest, dical cultivator who ever stepped into the Profound Realm. Renowned for her compassion and dical skills, she was highly respected throughout the era. History depicted Lin Yan as a deity-like figure, flawless and perfect. There was never any ntion of her partner.
“That person was gravely injured for her sake. He was on the verge of death. If only she had been at her peak, she could have saved him. However, at that ti, she was the only Profound-realm dical cultivator in the Three Thousand Worlds. She had just exhausted her cultivation for the sake of those strangers, for people unrelated to her…” Without waiting for ng Qi to speak, she continued, “She possessed great benevolence and righteousness, compassion and selflessness… She survived and was revered by the world as a deity. But her Dao companion perished!”
Lin Yan’s smile turned sinister again. “All I want is for my beloved to live well, to be with him forever. Do you think I am wrong, ng Qi?”
“You aren’t wrong…” ng Qi murmured. She looked at the smile on Lin Yan’s face and had a montary sense of confusion. For a split second, she faintly felt that she had glimpsed sothing terrifying. However, the thought was too vague, flashing through her mind so quickly that she couldn’t grasp it at all.
“So, ng Qi…” Lin Yan reached out and gently caressed ng Qi’s cheek. “Let ask you again, if you had the ans to bring such a person back to life, what would you do?”
…
Right at that mont, a man dressed in white descended slowly from above the forest, silently standing atop a tree branch. His posture was tall and straight, giving the impression of considerable height. However, as he landed, not a single leaf stirred, and there was not even the slightest sound emitted.
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