Reincarnation space, but the style is wrong

Chapter 499 Generational Leap
Even Qingfeng never expected that a casually left-behind inheritance would yield such fruitful results.

The resurgence of the seven meridians—listen to that, how melodious it is.

Qingfeng now felt that his disciple, whom he had never met before, was pleasing to the eye no matter what.

"I was merely fulfilling my duty as a disciple," Kongming said humbly once again.

It was clear that his unknown patriarch was quite satisfied with him, so he pressed his advantage and said:

"Master, I am new here and do not know what this place is like, nor do I know your name. May I ask if you could enlighten me?"

In a good mood, Qingfeng naturally agreed:
"This world is called the Primordial Wilderness. I think you've heard of that name. As for my title..."

Ignoring Kongming's increasingly vacant gaze, Qingfeng smiled and said, "I think you've heard of me before, and you should have seen me before as well."

It was on the ancestral statue he left at Shengxuan Temple.

Before Kongming could recover from the fact that he had come to the ancient primordial era, he saw the young Taoist's face suddenly change.

In the blink of an eye, this face has matured considerably, or rather, it has become a completely different face.

A sense of familiarity welled up within him, and he opened his mouth, uttering the word "Master".

There's no mistake, this is the face he saw on the statue of the patriarch.

Qingfeng saw it clearly: a thread of cause and effect connected him with Kongming, just like the connection between his master Xuanjun and himself.

Seeing Kongming's hesitant expression, as if he wanted to ask but dared not, Qingfeng said:

"Just ask whatever you want, don't be so hesitant."

"Master, why have you also come to this ancient and primordial era?"

He knew that his master, whom he had never met, had left behind a legacy and, like him, was striving to reach the Great Luo Fruit level. Now, his master was a Dao Lord and had inexplicably appeared in this ancient primordial world.

Kongming had a conjecture in his mind, and now was the time to verify it.

"Those who attain the Great Luo are all innate saints."

Under his expectant gaze, Qingfeng slowly spoke: "I have attained the Great Luo Fruit, returned to the beginning of creation, and have continued to this day."

At this moment, Kongming was more determined than ever before to cling to a powerful figure.

Seeing Kongming's expression, Qingfeng, as someone who had been through it all, immediately understood his thoughts.

Once upon a time, when he first met Xuanjun, he thought the same thing. Now, he has become a not-so-weak eighth-rank by clinging to Xuanjun's coattails.

"Let me first introduce you to your uncle, who is the newly accepted disciple of your grandmaster Xuanjun and a junior of Guangyuan Dazun. Although he has not yet attained the Great Luo Fruit, his cultivation is as profound as yours."

Upon hearing this, Kongming's clear eyes became much clearer.

He only now realizes that his backing seems to be stronger than he imagined.

Next, Kongming followed Qingfeng to see his uncle, and then waited for Xuanjun to return to the temple. Together with Qingfeng, he paid respects to Ancestor Xuanjun.

“You have already achieved the unity of the Seven Scriptures and are destined to move towards the unity of the Seven Paths,” Xuanjun glanced at him and knew that he was a disciple of the Xuanjun Seven Lineages. “When you achieve the unity of the Seven Paths, that will be the time to attain the Great Luo Dao Fruit.”

After giving him a couple of pointers, Xuanjun prepared to leave the Taoist temple.

"Master, where do you intend to go?"

"I'll help you find a junior brother or sister named Mingyue."

After leaving those words, Xuanjun departed, taking the Earth Book with him. His departing figure resembled that of the monkey from Flower Fruit Mountain who stormed the Heavenly Court back then.

"Master, what's wrong with Grandmaster?" Kongming asked in confusion.

He knew about the Earth Book, the most important treasure of the Seven Lineages of Xuanjun, but in later generations, this treasure was not known to have any destructive power.

"They're probably going to cause trouble for others," Qingfeng said uncertainly. "Few people know that the Earth Book is the most powerful spiritual treasure of my Xuanjun Temple. Outsiders generally just think of the Earth Book as an indestructible tortoise shell." Kongming nodded knowingly, then turned his attention to another matter.

"Master, since your master is the founder of the Seven Lineages of Xuanjun, does that mean my seniority has risen to the third generation disciple?"

His focus was somewhat peculiar, and he was also curious whether Xuanjun was Qingfeng's master.

According to the records left by the Shengxuan Temple in later generations, Qingfeng was taught by an unnamed Taoist, but the unnamed Taoist had no teacher. It was as if he appeared out of thin air and continued the long-broken Shengxuan Taoist lineage.

Upon hearing Kongming mention this matter, Qingfeng's expression became subtle, and he could only reply, "That is indeed the case."

The methods of the eighth rank were quite unbelievable. At least when he discovered that his deceased master was an incarnation of Xuanjun, he was stunned for a long time before accepting the fact that he had suddenly become a second-generation disciple of Xuanjun Temple.

Now, even his disciples have to accept this fact.

However, unlike his behavior at the time, Kongming was thinking about something else.

"So, in other words, those old folks from later generations will have to bow to me and call me 'senior'?"

Seeing his excited expression, Qingfeng sighed and shook his head.

It seems that my disciple's mental cultivation is still inadequate; no wonder he got lost in the river of time.

Thinking about it this way, the feeling of being surpassed by his own disciple dissipated considerably.

"What? Although I didn't manage to revive the Seven Lineages of the Mysterious Monarch, didn't I still attain the Great Luo Dao?"

The smile returned to Qingfeng's face, and for a moment, both master and apprentice wore smiles that were hard to decipher.

Meanwhile, within the primordial world, the effects of the recent Northern War are still unfolding.

Strange figures appeared simultaneously in all parts of the world.

They were dressed in various styles, both men and women, but they all shared the common characteristic of wearing clothes that did not conform to the style of the current era.

Clearly, these were all seekers of the Dao from later generations, just like Kongming.

"Damn it, where did that spiritual light send me, the Daoist, to?"

The burly Taoist priest, draped in a Taoist robe and exuding large muscles, looked around. His masculine face was furrowed with brows, and all around him was a scene of ice and snow.

He instinctively shivered, then immediately realized, "Something's not right. I've been diligently practicing the Flesh Fungus Longevity Talisman, cultivating astonishing qi and blood. How could I feel cold from mere ice and snow?"

The answer is that the malice lurking beneath the ice and snow triggered his reaction.

The ice cracked, and countless gray tentacles surged out and enveloped him, giving him no time to react.

A large, pustule-like eyeball looked at its captured prey and blinked. "A disciple of the Lingzhi Dao from a later generation has actually fallen into my hands. It just so happens that my Unclean Demonic Sect is short of people, so you will fill in as a manpower member."

At Nanming Volcano, the newly returned Daoist Chiming stared at a woman in red robes.

"You mean, you are my descendant from a previous life?"

The woman nodded and parted her lips slightly to reveal her origins.

In the Alliance of Myriad Races, the Grand Commander and the Deputy Commander occupied the main seats, scrutinizing the person, or rather the beast, who had suddenly appeared before them.

It was a monster with a dorsal fin, a thick, long tail, and a lizard-like head, and it clearly exuded an aura of the future.

"Your descendants?" The commander-in-chief glanced at the deputy commander.

The deputy commander from the Great Sun shook his head, his face, which also resembled a lizard-like monster, revealing no expression.

“I don’t know,” he offered such a high-quality answer.

(End of this chapter)