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Chapter 372: The Dojo Inspiration! The Holy Lord Falls!
Lin Yan was in a trance, and finally understood.

From the Holy Lord's first words to this moment, he seems more and more like an old man.

At the beginning, he called himself "Benzuo".

Later he called himself "old man".

Now he calls himself "I".

Just now, Lin Yan only felt that the relationship between the two was gradually getting closer as they talked.

But now it seems that it is purely because the Holy Lord is getting weaker and weaker.

This contemporary Holy Lord wants to receive the Teacher of All Ages in the most dignified manner!

However, he gradually lost the dignity of a Holy Lord, and later he could no longer maintain the respect of an elder.

Until now, he has become an old man lying completely on the sickbed, about to take his last breath.

"That scumbag ate my soul."

The old man murmured, "After I recovered from my injuries, my control over the Holy Land has surpassed the attainments of the previous Holy Lord. If it weren't for those three shackles, I wouldn't have ended up like this..."

"No, without those three shackles, I will never be able to recover from my injuries."

"But to recover from the injury, you need these three shackles."

"With these three shackles, I am unable to unleash my true power."

"So... So that arrow shot back then... was just to put three shackles on me?"

"Only by putting on the shackles can we surpass the previous Holy Lords and further control the Holy Land."

"But when you put on the shackles, you can't use your abilities as you should."

The old man looked a little confused, and whispered, "So that scumbag has become so powerful?"

Lin Yan listened to his chattering and felt extremely heavy in his heart.

The old man suddenly reached out, held Lin Yan's hand, and said in a trembling voice: "Be careful of him, you must be careful of him... When you touch the sky, he will come, he will definitely come..."

Lin Yan was about to speak.

But the old man loosened his grip, staggered forward, and muttered, "This scumbag has used more than just the world's top creatures as a medicine to prolong his life..."

"What He wants to eat is not the living beings of this world, but the opportunity to become a god!"

"If it weren't for this era, perhaps He would have already broken the boundaries of becoming a god..."

The old man stopped and said tremblingly: "What He ate was not me, but the Dao rhyme of this holy land..."

Lin Yan hurriedly followed.

The old man continued to walk forward, whispering: "Throughout the generations, we have been united in the Holy Land. We prosper together and suffer together."

"When I was hit by that arrow, three ribs were broken. So the three leaders of the three meridians had their minds crushed and they lost control."

"I had no choice but to kill them, and also killed the contaminated elders and disciples of the Three Sects' chief disciples..."

Listening to these words, Lin Yan remained silent.

He recalled the news he had learned in Gaoliu Castle.

At that time, he had speculated in his heart that perhaps the leader of the three sects was the real culprit behind the attack on the Holy Lord.

But later on, I vaguely guessed the truth.

But from the Holy Lord's words, we learned that there was still an unspeakable sadness in his heart.

The leaders of the three sects and the people under their command are ultimately a group of pitiful people.

"Whether it is a holy land, a blessed land, or even a large pure land..."

The old man whispered, “When you fully master the dojo, you have reached the pinnacle.”

He looked at Lin Yan and continued, "But this is not the inner scene that one has cultivated. When a hundred years have passed and one's understanding of the dojo has deepened, one may lose oneself."

"If you can come out of your confusion, you will be able to understand this world and gain a glimpse of inspiration. But I think it should be called Tao rhyme."

"According to legend, those who attain the Tao can become immortals, and those who master the Tao can become gods."

"I was hit by an arrow, and my soul became mixed, with thoughts of 'good thoughts', 'evil thoughts', and 'my true self' scattered throughout."

"Three shackles, locking up the good, the evil, and the self respectively... The one left is the 'Holy Lord' who has achieved the Supreme Mystical Way Supreme Sainthood!"

"Without good thoughts, evil thoughts, or his own will, the Holy Lord can be cold and indifferent, selfless and impartial."

"The one that scum wants to eat is the Holy Lord who possesses the Dao rhyme."

The old man panted and said, "What he really wants to eat is pure Tao rhyme!"

After the voice fell, the old man spread out his hands, looked around, and said: "His attainments are not enough. After all, he is not a true god, so he cannot unravel the mystery. He can only take the rhyme of the Tao and eat it together with the Holy Lord... and when he swallowed it in one gulp, he also ate the good thoughts and the evil thoughts."

Lin Yan followed beside him without saying a word.

He could sense that the old man's condition was very bad.

But he couldn't break the old man's current state.

He knew in his heart that once he broke the old man's remaining thoughts, the old man would disappear into thin air.

"If it were in the past, this scumbag's attainments were not high enough, and he would have eaten me up completely, leaving nothing behind."

"But now, He has been able to strip away my 'self' thoughts and is no longer affected by my own thoughts."

"He has found a way to 'strip' it off. Soon... he will be able to do it and only consume the Dao rhyme without consuming the Yuan Shen..."

“By that time, even in this era, as long as he possesses enough Dao rhyme, he will be able to squeeze half of his body into the threshold of ‘True God’.”

The old man said so.

Lin Yan listened quietly.

The old man seemed to be afraid that Lin Yan didn't understand what he said, so he continued, "The so-called new gods in later generations are basically false gods. Only the old gods of ancient times are the true gods of the world!"

"This scum has already surpassed the 'false gods'... He has even disdained to eat those 'false gods'."

"Creative beings without the rhyme of Tao are of no benefit to him."

At this point, the old man was already struggling to speak, and he panted as he said, "When you break the shackles in the future, He will come to eat you... Since He saw you in Fengcheng, he must have set his eyes on you and regarded you as an unripe precious medicine..."

Lin Yan probably understood it in his heart.

When in Fengcheng, the opponent did not eat him, the human saint master who had successfully created the landscape and possessed great luck.

It’s because I don’t yet possess the charm of Tao!
But He set His sights on Him because He believed that the future of the Holy Master would possess the charm of Tao.

In order to consume the Holy Lord's Dao rhyme, the ancient herbalist seemed to have been planning for decades and waiting quietly for decades.

So He was in no hurry to eat Himself.

He is waiting for His own growth.

Among the human race of today, there may be more than one Saint Master who can give birth to the next ray of Tao.

But the Holy Master must be among them!
Moreover, his progress in spiritual practice was improving by leaps and bounds, and it was no secret.

In the eyes of the other party, the wait for the Saint Master to grow up will not be too long.

So He will not be in a hurry.

"Daoyun..."

Lin Yan suddenly thought of Lord Qingling.

Logically speaking, the grade of the holy land is higher than that of the blessed land.

But Lord Qingling's abilities are not inferior to those of the saints of all generations, because his control over the blessed land has already reached perfection.

At that time, Duke Qingling was not attacked by foreign enemies and did not show any signs of being seriously injured, but he was unable to maintain the blessed land due to his old age.

Now that I think about it, is it purely because of old age?

Or is it because the years are too long and I have lost myself?

Later, he had the ability to defeat the old gods and force the Willow God to appear in the world. Was it because he had given birth to the Tao?
At this moment, Lin Yan's mind was filled with thousands of thoughts.

The old man's figure had become extremely illusory.

He also stopped, stretched out his shaking hand, pointed forward, and said, "They are over there, go over there..."

Lin Yan nodded slightly and walked forward a few steps in silence.

Suddenly, my heart trembled and I couldn't help but pause. "Keep going forward, don't stop, don't look back."

"Ah."

Lin Yan did not stop and walked forward with big strides.

Behind him, the old man gradually lowered his head, bent his waist, and squatted down.

Silver hair and a hunched body.

This old man, for a long time in the past, was responsible for the life and death of all ethnic groups in the three prefectures.

His every move, every decision, and every order affects the fate of many people.

In the minds of the world, he should be tall, burly, majestic and steady.

He remained calm before the landslide.

Before life and death, take everything lightly.

In the face of fate, smile freely.

But he squatted there, crying like a child, twitching, trembling, and sobbing.

"The future of the human race... depends on you..."

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far away.

Lin Yan stopped.

The energy behind him completely dissipated.

Wisps of spiritual light gathered in Lin Yan's arms.

The third book is for the next generation of Holy Lords.

This is the supreme talisman of the holy land.

The next generation Holy Lord could be Lin Yan or another human being.

As a saint master who carries the destiny of the human race, he has the right to choose the next saint master for the human race!
"..."

Lin Yan closed his eyes slightly and did not look back.

The old man hopes to retain the last bit of dignity in front of him.

So Lin Yan continued to move forward.

The energy behind him completely dissipated.

The empty shell of the Holy Lord has vanished into thin air.

A saintly ruler with great talent and strategy, he led the three prefectures and maintained the survival of the human race.

To this day, no remains are left and they have become a thing of the past.

If the human race's heritage is not destroyed, he will be mentioned in the history books of later generations.

If the human race's heritage is broken, he will be just an insignificant wave in the endless river of time.

The waves dissipated, the ripples settled, and no trace remained.

This is true for all the holy rulers and sages of all ages.

In the years to come, perhaps this will be inevitable for him, the Holy Master.

-

Qifeng Mansion, Dayin River, inside the stone gate of the underworld.

The God of Hell has fallen into deep sleep.

He sat on a stone chair carved out of the mountain with his eyes closed, his body bound with chains.

The green hair covered the bones all over the body.

Lingyou Hou, who walked out from the depths of the underworld, was suddenly shocked and looked into the distance.

And behind him, thousands of ghost soldiers all stopped.

"My Lord, what's wrong?"

The prison guard general who was in charge of a thousand flags stepped forward and asked in a low voice.

If Lin Yan were here, he would be able to recognize that this person is Pei Xiong.

He used to be the Chief Envoy of the Heavenly Supervisory Department in Licheng!
Within a short period of time, he was promoted to General Guarding the Thousand Flags Prison in the underworld.

Lingyou Hou put his hands behind his back, his eyes flickered, and said slowly: "Just now, the Lord of Nanshan Holy Land has died."

“No, to be precise, he has already died, but he is still worried about me.

"Now he should have met the people he wanted to meet, done the things he wanted to do, and put his worries to rest."

"Maybe he still has many regrets, but they are not enough to support him and continue to exist in this world."

At this point, Lingyou Hou sighed and said, "It's a pity that his soul was eaten, otherwise I would have gone to take him away in person and granted him the title of Xianyou Earl of Qifeng Mansion..."

“When the Wutong Goddess forms her own cave and completes the Old Testament, it will be the time for my Hades to be born. He could have been a fierce general under this marquis.”

"What a pity. The herbalist's method is too crude. He can't swallow the Dao rhyme without consuming the Yuan Shen."

“If his attainments were high enough, and he only consumed the Dao rhyme and did not devour the Yuan Shen, he would be able to avoid being entangled by the Divine Thoughts.”

Speaking of this, Lingyou Hou felt a little emotional.

Pei Xiong's eyes narrowed slightly when he heard this, and he whispered, "My Lord, what you mean is that the herbalist's path is not a new one, but an old one, and someone has achieved a higher level of attainment on this path?"

"He did not invent this method himself, but learned it from others. Naturally, there are people who have walked ahead of him."

Lingyou Hou said dimly, "However, this herbalist has eaten the owner of a holy land for the first time. Each time, he swallowed up the owner's body and soul together, causing the holy land to be ownerless and turned into a forbidden area. It will take sixty years for it to gradually recover."

"Every sixty years, it's not just the human race that goes to fight for the holy land."

"But the human race is also blessed with good fortune. Although there are heavy casualties every time, in the end, the supreme talisman of the holy land will return to the hands of the human race."

"Perhaps it is the protection of the ancient immortals."

"This time, the herbalist actually left behind an empty shell of the current Saint Lord's soul, which resulted in the Holy Land having an owner. The so-called Supreme Mysterious Way Supreme Saint Power also retained 20% to 30% of its effectiveness."

"Now, the Supreme Guardian Object should have fallen into the hands of the current Saint Master. Those in the world who practice the Supreme Mystical Way and the Supreme Saint Art should be relieved, as they have avoided the fate of it becoming ineffective again."

Lingyou Hou said this, and then said: "But this is also beneficial to the herb collector."

Pei Xiong looked puzzled and whispered, "Where's the benefit?"

Lingyou Hou said calmly: "Normally speaking, after he eats the Lord of the Holy Land, he will have to wait another sixty years before a new Holy Lord takes over... and he will have to wait for a rather long time before the new Holy Lord produces the Dao rhyme before he can eat it!"

"Now, He has eaten the Holy Lord, but He has preserved the Holy Land and left it to the next Holy Lord, thus saving sixty years."

"Wouldn't it be beneficial for the herb collector if the herb field didn't have to sit empty for another sixty years?"

Having said that, Lingyou Hou sighed, suddenly hesitated, and raised his hand.

A wisp of gray mist lingered in the palm of my hand.

This is part of the Lone Boat in the Strange Fog.

"You said that there was a sudden disturbance in the forbidden area in the far west of Canyu Mansion?"

"Has Master Wanshou awakened?"

"Based on this phenomenon, it can be inferred that there must be a threat to Master Wanshou who has entered his forbidden area!"

"In this world, the only people who can walk freely in the Yang world are the herbalists!"

"He passed through the territory of Wanshou Zhenjun, but he didn't eat this old turtle?"

"It is the bloodline of an ancient divine beast after all. With the cultivation level of Wanshou Zhenjun, it is still far above the so-called 'Xuanzun'. In terms of the strength of its bloodline, it is no less than a wisp of 'Daoyun'."

"The herbalists have been searching for Wanshou Zhenjun for a long time, and now they pass by him, how could they not eat him?"

Lingyou Hou seemed to have thought of something, and couldn't help but say happily: "These three prefectures will be in great trouble soon!"

He strode forward, full of unexpected surprises, and murmured, "If a disaster were to befall, there would be widespread grief, countless deaths and injuries, and nine out of ten human families would be wiped out... In this case, this time, I, the Marquis, will definitely have a chance to be crowned king!"

(End of this chapter)