Under One Person, Reviving the Trinity Sect

With a crisp "bang" sound, the already falling apart body shattered into billions of photon dust like glass. Ying Yu's appearance and soul were completely wiped out by a pair of invisible big hands.

It is impossible to capture the souls of creatures of this ultimate level. Each of them will have many restrictions in his or her mind. Unless they themselves are willing, there is no possibility of stealing their memories.

Just before Ying Yu died, his eyes seemed to show a desire to confide something, but unfortunately, the Feixian Master did not give him the chance to leave a last word.

“Huashasha!!”

The war was over, the sky and the earth were in ruins, gusts of breeze blew, and infinite power of faith dissipated in the air after Ying Yu disintegrated. Compared with its previous intact state, it was reduced by more than one third.

The body of faith of Taoist Feixian has not been destroyed yet, and now exists in the most basic form, that is, spots of light all over the sky.

"Come"

The Feixian Master whispered, holding on to his fatigue, and cast a spell again, using his left hand as a guide, causing billions of faiths in the void to vibrate.

"Buzz!"

In an instant, those spots of light seemed to come alive, bursting with new energy and overflowing with rich vitality, like a river flowing upstream, continuously flowing towards the left hand of Feixian Yuzhu, penetrating through the skin, seeping into the body, and then turning to the divine ring on the back.

"Is this a success?"

The eyes of the evil spirit ancestor were full of disbelief. He did not expect that after such a brutal fight, the Feixian faith body was not damaged. Its hardness was not inferior to most of the innate magic weapons.

"should be"

Jiang Mo nodded slightly, a hint of curiosity rising in his heart. As far as he knew, the believers of Feixian Sect usually had the same memories of their original owners. In this way, when Feixian Master completely refined the remains of the ancestor, Ying Yu's identity would naturally come to light.

The Root of the Plague stood there, his eyes showing a trace of deep thought, and he said in deep thought:
"This Dharmakaya forged by faith is so powerful. It's a pity that I didn't practice this way back then. Otherwise, with the countless deformed creatures under my command, I think my achievements would be quite high."

"Goodness can make you a god, evil can make you a demon. Since ancient times, faith has been a force that cannot be underestimated."

Jiang Mo sighed, saying that although a sect like the Feixian Sect was unique in Tianyuan, it was not uncommon in the Immortal Realm.

"What about you? You have a good relationship with the Feixian Sect, so you should have practiced this technique as well, right? Has your faith been tempered? Who are the gods, demons, immortals, and Buddhas you believe in?"

The source of the epidemic asked curiously.

"No. I don't believe in others." Jiang Mo shook his head in denial.

Time flowed away like running water, and after about two hours, the remaining billions of faith radiances were all absorbed into the body of Feixian Yuzhu, and were refined and revived for the second time.

"Buzz!"

"Buzz!"

"Buzz!"

One after another, powerful platinum ripples continuously spread from the location where the Fairy Master was, like a strong and powerful, endless heartbeat.

Soon, a looming, real and unreal figure emerged from the body of the Feixian Master. It was the appearance of Feixian Taoist. The two were intertwined.

Gradually, the figure of the ancestor dissipated and completely merged with the Feixian Master, completing the fusion. Along with it, a huge wave of memories appeared deep in the mind of the Feixian Master.

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A dim golden lotus glow seemed to be imprinted in the pupils of Feixian Yuzhu forever, which was undoubtedly a sign of successful refining.

From then on, the body of faith became one of his exclusive magic tools, which could be transformed into armor to protect the body, and could also be externalized to summon the ancestor's former supreme heroic spirit, crossing the river of time for more than 4,000 years, to come to the future generations and protect his disciples.

"call"

The breathing of Feixian Yuzhu became stable. He exhaled slowly, healing the injuries in his body. Even his originally pale face regained a hint of rosy color at this moment.

"I will do my best to help you, little friend."

The Feixian Lord had a smile on his face and a kind expression, like an elder from the neighboring family. He bowed slightly to show his gratitude, and then returned the Zhexian Sword to Jiang Mo.

"Do you have any clues about that person's background?"

Jiang Mo put away his natal sword and asked casually.

"Um"

The Feixian Master showed a complicated expression and slowly revealed a little-known historical secret.

Win Royal.

There are only two disciples accepted by Feixian Taoist in the fairyland world. The other disciple is named Zhenqian. He was an unknown cultivator during the civil strife and division of the imperial dynasty. Later, because of his good character, solid foundation, simple heart, doing thousands of good deeds every day, and helping the suffering and sick refugees, he was appreciated by Feixian Taoist and accepted as a disciple.

Unfortunately, God was not on his side. The disciple followed him to practice for a very short time, less than a few months, before he was overwhelmed by the tide of warriors in an unexpected rebel riot and died on the spot.

By the time Feixian Daojun arrived, it was too late. The body had turned into mud and the soul had disappeared. There was no possibility of resurrection at all.

After that, Feixian Daojun became more and more determined to end the troubled times. His cultivation improved by leaps and bounds, and for some unknown reason, he was favored and protected by the will of the immortal realm. His realm continued to rise, so he went south with a sword in hand, and with a devastating offensive, he disintegrated the rebel forces, beheaded the king who attempted to become emperor, and then supported the young emperor to ascend the throne, leaving his name in history.

Decades passed in the blink of an eye, and Feixian Daojun accepted another disciple, named Ying Yu, who was a dying gift from a friend he met in the Immortal Realm.

A few years ago, Feixian Daojun, who had just arrived in the Fairyland, received a lot of help from the old man. He repaired his broken Taoist foundation and restored his combat power to the same level as the native creatures of the Fairyland.

Out of consideration for his kindness, Taoist Feixian accepted Ying Yu as his disciple. Also, because of Zhenqian's previous experience, Taoist Feixian paid special attention to Ying Yu and treated him like his own blood.

During the hundred years, all kinds of secret techniques and magical powers were taught to him without reservation, and the young man lived up to Feixian Taoist's expectations. In just a hundred years, he became the most dazzling new star of the imperial dynasty that year.

As long as he is willing, as long as Feixian Daojun nods, according to the inheritance ceremony of the throne, he has a higher right of succession than the eldest son of Emperor Wu at that time. He can become the next Emperor Wu of the Imperial Dynasty, almost 100%, without any suspense.

It is no exaggeration to say that among the seven disciples that Feixian Daojun accepted in his life, two were from the Immortal Realm, five were from the Heavenly Abyss, and only the youngest, Ying Yu, had the strongest talent and the most tenacious mind, even to the point of using any means to achieve his goals.

This kind of personality is suspected to come from the bloodline of his parents, rather than from his former kind friend.

Feixian Daojun has always taken this as a serious warning. He and Yingyu's grandfather were the same. They discovered this early on, but both made the mistake of being conceited, thinking that they could teach by example and keep Yingyu on the right track of growth.

However, they were right at first and then wrong.

As he grew older and his cultivation became stronger, Ying Yu's calm and peaceful heart began to show signs of restlessness.

Even though his master never restricted him from showing his talents, he always adhered to the concept of keeping a low profile and concealing his own abilities, growing tenaciously and wantonly like a weed. That was the agreement he made with his grandfather before his death.

Although Ying Yu, 130 years old, had mastered both spiritual and martial arts, and was many times stronger than the younger generation of the imperial dynasty, he had never fought with anyone. People thought he was a little book boy following the Imperial Master Feixian, but they didn't know that he was a genuine Taoist master of the Immortal Palace, or even a king of martial arts.

The accident happened at this point. Feixian Daojun's life was running out. He gradually realized that there was a destiny controlling the direction of his life. According to his original life trajectory, he should have sat in the abyss of heaven and passed away.

It was the mysterious power of the fairyland that pulled him into this world and allowed him to briefly live a second life. Gradually, Feixian Daojun felt a chill. He thought of the death of his best friend and everything that happened in his life. Could it be that all of this was a random arrangement of heaven?

What a pathetic person.
Even the joys, sorrows, anger, and the hardships of one's mentality are manipulated at will by the mysterious existence.

In his later years, he suffered from sleepless nights and pondered for a long time, but he still could not bear to confide these secrets to his disciples, for fear of undermining their faith in the Tao.

Just imagine that even the master that the disciple respects the most has setbacks that he cannot overcome, and this is a situation that everyone will encounter.

Even someone as strong as Feixian Daojun could not shake him, let alone his disciple who was far from surpassing his master?
Considering Ying Yu's future, Feixian Daojun kept silent about the secret and chose to go into seclusion, striving for a higher realm, looking for a way out, breaking free from the control of fate, and seizing a glimmer of hope for himself, his disciples, the Taoist tradition and followers in another world, and the hundreds of millions of people in the imperial dynasty who believed in him.

After giving a few simple instructions and ordering Ying Yu to take good care of himself, Feixian Yuzhu began to retreat.

During the thirty years of his seclusion, everything was calm in the first fifteen years. Ying Yu was still the young man who put respecting his teacher first in his life. Seeing his peers shining and making great achievements in the imperial dynasty, he was indifferent and only thought it was boring and ridiculous.

reputation.

that power.

Merit.

beautiful woman.

wealth.

How can it compare to the practice of being the only one who is supreme and overlooking the heavens and the worlds?

Without the supervision of Feixian Taoist Master, Ying Yu still strictly adhered to his Taoism and was not shaken by external things. He lived alone in the national teacher's bedroom in Feixian County for many years.

In the 18th year, two uninvited guests arrived in Feixian County. According to later memories, the two people who concealed their true identities were Ying Yu's parents. More than a hundred years ago, they chose to flee because of the failure of the ethnic struggle, and even gave the infant Ying Yu to his grandfather Ying Shoucang to raise.

Their arrival and the ethnic secrets they revealed shook Ying Yu's heart, igniting an unprecedented flame of hatred that burst out from his heart and instantly turned into a prairie fire that could not be extinguished at all.

The gears of fate turned slightly, and a completely different path appeared before him. Ying Yu weighed the pros and cons for several years, and finally, under the bewitching of his parents, he embarked on the bloody road of revenge.

Ten years later, they returned to their tribe, the Ying tribe within the human king clan, completed unification, and began plotting a revival.

Also, the Emperor Wu of the time had several concubines, as well as the queens of several kings, all of whom were from the Ji clan of the human royal family. All officials and generals, from top to bottom, had close interests with the Ji clan.

In order to take revenge on the Ji clan, one must seize the throne, cut off its roots, and then use the fortune of the Daye Dynasty to allow the Ying clan to move in. Only in this way can one have the confidence to compete with the Ji clan.

The consequence of doing so would most likely cause chaos in the world, pushing the empire to the brink of destruction again, with countless people suffering and their lives in danger.

At first, Ying Yu was terrified and worried. He knew that his master would never allow him to do such a thing. Once his master came out, his terrifying combat power, which was the best in the world and could even destroy the Void Shadow Sword with his bare hands, would inevitably make the Ying clan's plan for revival come to nothing.

However, it was his parents who constantly instilled in him the idea that revenge was justified.

Even if it means the death of all the people of the imperial dynasty, it would be worth it. If they are not ruthless, the old, weak and sick in the clan will once again face the oppression of fate, and under the shadow of the Ji clan's power, they will never be able to make a breakthrough.

For this purpose, Ying Yu's parents brought the most powerful sealing artifact in the clan, the Shenyang Ancient Cauldron, and persuaded Ying Yu to reveal the address where Feixian Taoist Master was in seclusion. The two peerless Taoist masters went there in person, set up the ancient cauldron, and completely imprisoned Feixian Taoist Master there.

The Shenyang Ancient Cauldron is an innate magical weapon, its power is enough to destroy the world. Ying Yu's parents promised that they would never harm their master's life, but would hinder his birth to prevent him from sacrificing the interests of the Ying clan for the sake of world peace, and helping the imperial dynasty and the Ji clan to wipe out the Ying clan.

Actually, otherwise, under their urging, the Shenyang Ancient Cauldron silently displayed its power to the extreme level, intending to kill Feixian Taoist with one blow when he was at the weakest during his retreat.

Just like that, Ying Yu believed their slander and dealt Feixian Daojun a heavy blow that he had never expected. The power of blood and the power of family affection were far stronger than the relationship between a master and disciple who had been together day and night for a hundred years.

However, the parents could never have imagined that Feixian Daojun had used the 'Secret Key of the Ultimate Dao' long ago and sacrificed himself, and no longer existed in this world. It was a road that was almost certain to end in death. Even without their intervention, the probability of Feixian Daojun being resurrected was less than one in a million.

From then on, Ying Yu was like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins. He acted recklessly and arranged the elite members of his clan to assassinate many members of the Ji clan who served in the imperial dynasty. Each time he did it perfectly, without leaving a trace.

A few more years passed, and the day of the competition for the imperial throne arrived. All the officials, generals, and kings witnessed that the winner could become the next emperor of the great cause, with full legitimacy. Even if Emperor Wu did not want the winner to be his offspring, he could not change it.

The most beloved imperial concubine of Emperor Wu was a member of the Ji clan. It just so happened that the prince she gave birth to was also the most amazing genius of the younger generation of the Ji clan. He was 156 years old, and his true cultivation level was in the middle stage of the Peerless Taoist Lord. During the competition, he concealed his cultivation level to the peak of the Immortal Palace Taoist Lord.

With his qualifications and accomplishments, it was a foregone conclusion that he would be elected the winner.

Emperor Wu also reconsidered the issue of succession and allowed him to compete. After all, the child had half of his blood flowing in his body. Without a powerful family of foreign relatives as a foundation in the future, it would be difficult to suppress the ministers, generals, and ambitious kings.

Little did people know that Ying Yu, the most amazing genius in the history of the Ying clan, the proud son of heaven who surpassed all the younger generation of the imperial dynasty, who had been hiding in the depths of darkness, was also eyeing this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!

He wants to become Emperor Wu, rule the world, and let his people see the light of day again.

Thus, the destined enemies ushered in an inevitable struggle. (End of this chapter)