Data cultivation, I observe immortality in the five elements

The Leidi Temple was overgrown with weeds, filling all the open spaces, leaving no place to stand. It was clear that no one had lived there for a long time.

The kind-faced old man has also disappeared without a trace; the incense burner, once filled with sparse smoke, is now just a pile of brown earth.

Luo Yan walked in step by step, her eyes filled with intense reminiscence and her heart filled with complex emotions.

The aura of the patriarch has truly vanished!

With his current cultivation level, as long as the patriarch is still in this realm, he will definitely be able to sense his aura.

But now, there is nothing.

This means that the patriarch either left this world or has already passed away.

Luo Yan wanted to cast a divination for his ancestor to see if he was well.

As soon as he began his work, he re-examined his past causal relationships and found the causal trajectory line that represented his ancestor, intending to trace its roots and make deductions.

But it stopped at the very last moment.

Luo Yan hesitated for a long time, but still didn't do it.

Luo Yan's intuition told him that the patriarch was most likely not dead, but simply not in this realm.

Given this, trying to trace the whereabouts of an elder would be somewhat offensive.

He didn't want to be impolite in front of that division commander.

The only regret is that when the young man returned to visit, the kind protector was no longer there.

"Perhaps the time just isn't right."

Luo Yanxiu possesses a unique understanding of destiny and has profound insights into cause and effect, the trajectory of fate, and so on.

Some people believe in fate, yet they end up dying in the cage of destiny.

Some people do not believe in fate and always firmly believe in defying the heavens and changing their destiny, moving forward all the way, but in the end they also fall on the road to seeking the Tao.

Regardless of which of these two categories one belongs to, one should have reverence for the power of fate, especially someone like Luo Yan who has witnessed the power of the river of fate.

Furthermore, it is understood that following the natural order leads to the best results.

If the time is not right, forcing things will only lead to a less desirable outcome.

Furthermore, Luo Yan's purpose this time was not only to end his worldly ties, but also to soothe his restless heart.

Therefore, following nature and submitting to fate is the best choice.

The absence of the patriarch's vital energy indicates that the time is not yet right and we need to wait.

If Luo Yan were to forcibly deduce the location of the ancestor, he would be going against his own heart and would be at odds with his own mind.

"Master, how is your health now? Have your old ailments improved?"

"Your disciple has returned to see you."

Luo Yan murmured, expressing his longing.

Throughout his more than two hundred years of cultivation, Luo Yan has met countless people, but very few have truly stayed in his heart.

The founder of Leidi Temple was one of them!
Luo Yan had never considered himself a person with volatile emotions, but at this moment, his longing was particularly evident.

Perhaps, this is his true nature.

Luo Yan is also a sentimental person; his cold and gentle exterior is just a disguise.

"Ugh"

Luo Yan sighed, and a shimmering light bloomed in the void, falling on the mottled walls and the overgrown courtyard, giving them a golden glow.

The surrounding scenery was changing rapidly, and the messy courtyard walls were slowly being repaired.

It was as if the great power of time had descended, moving backward and transforming the dilapidated courtyard into something brand new.

Under Luo Yan's control, the weeds in the yard disappeared, the stone walls were painted with new red mud, and the plaque at the entrance was hung back in its original position.

Everything was restored to its original state.
The Leidi Temple, which had long been deserted, now has a few wisps of incense smoke. The smoke is faint, but it is very pleasant.

In terms of lineage, Luo Yan's cultivation level largely comes from his sect.

They grew up within the sect and became powerful through the sect.

However, when it comes to teachers, the patriarch of Leidi Temple is the one who most protects Luo Yan.

If Luo Yan hadn't had the protection of this mentor on his journey to Zhongzhou, he probably would have taken many detours and suffered a lot.

This also made Luo Yan realize how fortunate and important it was to have a powerful protector when he was young.

“Master, I promised you that I would pass on the scriptures in Leidi Temple, but unfortunately I have not been able to find a suitable opportunity.”

"My current strength is not enough, and I am also being schemed against by many old monsters, which greatly limits my abilities."

"But I assure you, one day, the might of the Thunder Emperor Temple will once again reappear in the world!"

Luo Yan sat cross-legged in the courtyard, and the bronze bell beside the dry well in the courtyard rang out again.

Silent and automatic, it felt like something from over two hundred years ago.

Unfortunately, none of the old faces are there anymore.

"Grandmaster, have you also left the Cangwu Realm?"

"The strange beasts and ancient demons beneath the outer stars are all incredibly powerful, each possessing exceptionally strange abilities. You must be extremely careful."

For the first time, Luo Yan did not suppress the outburst of her emotions, letting things take their course and allowing her heart to sink into a prison of sorrow.

This is a deep affection, resembling the bond between teacher and student, but even more so, like kinship.

This is also the last remaining attachment and bond that Luo Yan has in this world.

At this moment, Luo Yan was no longer the lofty seeker of the Dao, but had become an ordinary Daoist boy, offering incense, chanting scriptures, and tidying up the courtyard.

The familiar, aged voice still often echoed in his ears: "Child."

"Child."

Time passed slowly, and Luo Yan stayed in this place for three days.

During these three days, wild animals from the mountains and forests, influenced by the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, came to Leidi Temple to worship.

Among them are intelligent monsters, such as squirrels, gray monkeys, feathered birds, musk deer, and so on.

They even imitated humans, kneeling and bowing before the blue figure in the courtyard, behaving like disciples.

“Master, it is time for this disciple to depart.”

"Once I have settled matters in the upper realm, I will descend to the mortal realm to find you, reminisce, and have a drink with you."

Luo Yan ignored the many demonic beasts gathered around the courtyard, staring silently at the wooden plaque of the Thunder Emperor Temple for a long time before his figure gradually turned into a rain of light and disappeared.

He had already reminisced about the past, so it was time for him to leave.

'Squeak!' 'Roar!' 'Gurgle!'
As if sensing the departure of the blue-clad figure, the little demons that had gained intelligence knelt down and worshipped with great devotion.

"Wow!"

Half an hour later, a huge black shadow flew in from the horizon, its scales and feathers gleaming, its eerie light shining, and its demonic aura blazing.

This is a huge eagle, its body radiating immense malevolent energy and exuding immense pressure.

Its aura echoed above Leidi Temple, like dark clouds pressing down on a city, causing the trees to rustle.

The numerous demonic beasts below, assaulted by this terrifying aura, all trembled with fear.

Yet not a single demon escaped.
"Who? Who is it?"

"How dare you act so presumptuously in my Imperial Palace? Do you perhaps wish to challenge my majesty?"

The mournful cry of the eagles in the clouds stirred up gusts of wind, tearing apart countless trees.

Its sharp eyes noticed the changes at the Taoist temple and mistakenly assumed that someone had trespassed on ancestral land, which enraged it. Then, it transformed into a young man wearing black scale armor and landed in front of the Thunder Emperor Temple.

The imagined disturbance by outsiders did not occur; instead, there was only a group of unintelligent little demons kneeling on the ground.

It looked like they were performing a ritual.

"This is."

The young man in black had sharp, lightning-like eyes that gave people a sense of dread when he looked at them.

His gaze was fixed on the front of the courtyard, where wisps of smoke rose, indicating that someone had burned sandalwood there.

In the distance, there seemed to be a hazy figure sitting cross-legged, but now it was empty.

Because the direction in which those lesser demons knelt and worshipped was towards that spot.

"Master, is that you who's back?"

The young man in black's eyes narrowed instantly, a hint of gentleness flashing in his arrogant gaze.

But he quickly realized that this did not seem like the master's sign.

"It's the young master!"

Suddenly, the young man in black seemed to have thought of something. His gaze locked onto the still-burning plumes of smoke, and he transformed into a streak of light, soaring into the sky once more.

'Bah! '

The piercing cry of the eagle echoed throughout the heavens and the earth, but there was no trace of that person left.

The young man in black searched for a long time but couldn't find that familiar figure, so he could only return to Leidi Temple disappointed.

"It's all my fault. I shouldn't have been greedy a few days ago and traveled thousands of miles just for a snake."

The young man in black murmured, and faintly, one could see deep red marks shimmering on his black scales.

Those are the traces of dried blood.

After a long while, the young man in black finally snapped out of his dejected mood. He glanced at the little demons kneeling on the ground and said coldly:

"Since the young master does not refuse you to listen to the teachings, from now on you will all be servants of my Thunder Emperor Temple."

"You must keep a close watch on this place, and remember to regularly sweep away the dead branches and fallen leaves inside and outside the courtyard, until the master and young master return!"

"If you have any questions about cultivation or other matters, you may seek me out at Eagle Gorge, which is 1,800 miles away."

"At that time, I will personally answer your questions and stand up for you!"

After speaking, the young man in black vanished into thin air, transforming back into a massive eagle, his aura overwhelming.

He shook off his body and threw out three scales, which landed on the stone steps of the Taoist temple, emanating a terrifying pressure.

But after a very short time, the terrifying pressure vanished instantly, turning back into three black feathers.

"Ok?"

On the other side, Luo Yan also sensed something. With a single swipe of his hand, he created an invisible barrier.

A picture is reflected in it, showing the figure of that giant black eagle.

"So he was the patriarch's disciple. I never imagined he would become so powerful."

Luo Yan spoke softly, her eyes smiling, with a joy that seemed to be seeing an old friend.

But he showed no intention of meeting her.

He stayed at Leidi Temple for three whole days. No sooner had he left than the patriarch's attendant returned.

Not being able to see each other is not a regret, but destiny!

Perhaps it's not the right time for them to formally reminisce.
Lotus blossoms rose beneath Luo Yan's feet, and invisible ripples spread out. When she reappeared, she was already hundreds of miles away.

This is the advantage of spatial magic. Although, under the current circumstances, Luo Yan's escape light at full speed is no less powerful than the shrinking earth magic.

However, the advantage of spatial magic is that it makes little noise and is not easily detected.

"Perhaps spiritual growth requires more than just perfection; it also requires putting an end to the past."

"I think regret can also be a form of growth."

There were moments of joy, disappointment, and melancholy.

"A multitude of emotions surged forth, constituting this ultimate growth."

Luo Yan whispered that most cultivators would try to cultivate the seven emotions and six desires in order to temper their minds and grow through tempering.

Luo Yan, however, thought that the so-called trials of the seven emotions and six desires were really unnecessary.

He did not believe that monks should be indifferent and abandon all emotions.

Having joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness is a perfectly normal thing.

Even the strongest are no exception!
Therefore, Luo Yan will not deliberately temper his mind; he will simply follow his heart and walk the path he came from again.

He didn't care about the experience or the gains he made.

This is the true meaning of following the natural way!

Six days later, in the Eastern Region, in Beiliu City, on the sixth floor of the Tower of Life and Death.

A woman dressed in palace attire, with a delicate figure and a perfect face, sat cross-legged on it.

In front of her lay an antique zither, and with her slender, white fingers plucking the strings, melodious tunes filled the air.

The next moment, birds returning from afar heard the music and flew over in this direction.

They danced in the clouds, like a hundred birds paying homage to the phoenix.

As the beautiful melody ended, the birds dispersed, and tranquility returned to the clouds.

Mingyu, dressed in palace attire, sat upright, her beautiful eyes vacant, lost in thought.

At this moment, her appearance has changed somewhat compared to the past, becoming more mature, like a ripe persimmon.

"Reporting to the Lord, the people from Spirit Sword Mountain unleashed multiple sword talismans, severely injuring our men."

"They also told us to move out of Beiliucheng as soon as possible, saying it was their final warning to us."

With a 'whoosh,' a figure shrouded entirely in a black robe whispered downstairs.

Mingyu frowned, her red lips glistening, and said coldly, "What a show of power! No wonder you're a bunch of brute sword cultivators, only thinking about using force in everything!"

"My Life and Death Pavilion is an assassin organization, and even the Spirit Sword Holy Sect is not threatened by them!"

Mingyu was covered in a chilling aura and wanted to confront Lingjian Mountain head-on, but when she thought about how all the other forces had been driven out of the area by Lingjian Mountain, she immediately calmed down.

"Pass down the word that from now on, all members of the Life and Death Tower will remain hidden in the shadows, and all missions will be carried out through tokens."

As for this Tower of Life and Death

Let's just discard it.

The woman in palace attire remained silent, feeling a deep sense of reluctance. This place was not only where she had grown up, but also a repository of past memories.

That person was practicing asceticism here, and she accompanied him by his side.
"Are you doing well in the Upper Realm?"

Have you become the strong person you imagined yourself to be?

"Do you know that someone in the lower realm is waiting for you?"

The woman in palace attire murmured softly, a hint of reminiscence flashing in her eyes, her heart in turmoil once more.

Images kept flashing through her mind, filled with that gentle yet resolute figure, always either cultivating or battling with others, honing his skills.

She longed to just watch him, to stay by his side and accompany him in his cultivation. (End of Chapter)