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Despite the night being dark, a single lamp was still lit in the Hai family’s mansion.
In the light of the lamp, Hai Wuya held the "Human Path Sutra" in his hand, flipping through it constantly, his thoughts swirling uncontrollably.
The Human Path Sutra could be said to be his lifelong dream for the latter half of his life.
He had been studying in the heavenly prison for thirty years, seeking for this "Human Path Sutra," and now he had obtained this martial arts technique that only existed in dreams from a mber of the Qiao family.
It was already late into the night, and as he flipped through the Human Path Sutra, excitent kept him from sleeping.
What amazed him even more than the Human Path Sutra was the quick appearance of this martial arts technique.
Last ti, when the Qiao family mber went to Great Qin City, the coexistence of the Long Life Fist Sutra and Xumi Mountain King Sutra was only an idea in the Qiao family mber’s mind.
How many days has it been since then?
"Who is the ancestor of the Qiao family? And what kind of person would give
this incomplete Human Path Sutra? Hai Wuya was deeply moved.
It was known that his Xumi Mountain King Sutra was already incomplete. His goal was to spread this Xumi Mountain King Sutra first, let generations of practitioners improve it, and perhaps thousands of years later, it could achieve his envisioned Human Path Sutra.
Surprisingly, this thing was not calculated in years, but in days…
He never expected to see the appearance of the Human Path Sutra in his lifeti.
Instead of being amazed, Hai Wuya felt more startled.
Hai Wuya was not an ordinary person; he was undoubtedly outstanding.
At that mont, Hai Wuya deeply felt the difference between people.
Normally, as a high-ranking official and the founder of the Xumi Mountain King Sutra, Hai Wuya also had the honor of being one of the seventy-two wise n in the Wuji Association… This ant that he was stronger in so aspects than a Martial Saint.
But this half of the "Human Path Sutra" from the Qiao family confused him.
The gap between people is sotis even bigger than the gap between people and dogs.
Wang Bo, one of the Four Great Poets of Early Tang Dynasty, wrote the masterpiece "Preface to the Tengwang Pavilion" when he was in his twenties, while the majority of scholars throughout history, even after a lifeti of studying, could not produce such a masterpiece worthy of being rembered in history.
Let alone writing a masterpiece in their twenties, ordinary scholars living over two hundred years could not achieve it…
This is the difference in natural talent and intelligence.
Now, Hai Wuya felt… as the founder of the "Xumi Mountain King Sutra," even if he lived for hundreds of years, he could not write the other half of the "Human Path Sutra" he held in his hands at the mont.
After a long ti, he looked at the book in his hands, his wrinkled old face showing a slight sickly flush, and sighed:
In the morning, Hai Siyuan heard his father say, "One can die after learning the way in the morning."
"Please don’t say such things, Father," Hai Siyuan said as he sat beside his father who was studying late into the night.
"It’s better to live a long life and witness the practitioners of the Human Path Sutra grow stronger step by step," Hai Siyuan added.
"With Father’s profound knowledge, practicing the Human Path Sutra will surely rejuvenate him," Hai Siyuan thought to himself.
Hai Siyuan was actually quite worried too.
For the past forty years, while Hai Siyuan was stuck in the Hundred-mile Desert, Hai Wuya was imprisoned in the Heavenly Capital.
The Heavenly Prison was not a good place to be, as ordinary people would have their skin rubbed off. Hai Wuya spent a full thirty years there.
Although his martial arts skills had sowhat improved in his later years, the seeds of illness had already been sown.
Sending back the Human Path Sutra was also a way for Hai Siyuan to encourage Hai Wuya to practice more and live longer.
"You are right," Hai Wuya nodded in agreent.
"Perhaps this Human Path Sutra can bring hope even to those of us like Li Changshi who are no longer able to fight on the battlefield."
Hai Siyuan, a veteran of his generation in his sixties, was able to maintain his declining vitality using the "Xumi Mountain King Sutra
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