Reincarnation space, but the style is wrong

Chapter 515 The Seven Lineages of the Mysterious Lord, Linked by the Same Breath

The future is predetermined, which is something most eighth-tier beings know.

But apart from the four people directly involved, no one knew that the Divine Court was about to fall.

Because the river of time is still shrouded in the fog of calamity by Chen Xingzhi, no one can see the future through the fog.

Therefore, most of the eighth-ranked individuals remained unaware, continuing with their daily activities, completely oblivious to the impending fall of the Divine Court.

After another morning court session, Wangyouzi returned to his residence in the Divine Court Heavenly Realm, or rather, his private office.

As a member of the Xuanjun Temple lineage, he differed from the other seven ranks, not only having a decent residence in the Heavenly Realm but also receiving a good salary.

All of this was brought to him by the lineage of Xuanjun Temple. It was because of the Dao Lords from the lineage of Xuanjun Temple that he was able to receive such treatment in the Divine Court.

For this reason, most people in the Divine Court had a good relationship with him, and no one was willing to offend a disciple of a major sect who had seven Dao Lords as his backers.

Not to mention that one of them was an extremely powerful supernatural being.

As usual, after receiving his salary, Wangyouzi grabbed the bottle of Three Lights Divine Water that served as his salary and refined it in an instant.

The Three Lights Divine Water transformed into pure power, surging into his Niwan Palace and refining his primordial spirit.

He had reached the end of the seventh level, and most of his primordial spirit had transformed into innate indestructible spiritual light, with only a small portion remaining untransformed.

But this small part was like an insurmountable chasm, one that he could not cross no matter what.

Even the precious Three Lights Divine Water had lost its effect on him. He still used the Three Lights Divine Water to cleanse his primordial spirit, simply because it was a habit he had maintained for a long time.

“The Ancestor Xuanjun said that attaining the Great Luo Fruit cannot be rushed, and everyone’s method of attaining the Dao is different; there is no universal method.”

While refining his primordial spirit, he recalled the teachings of his ancestor.

"Master Kongming also said that when you feel it, you can naturally attain the Great Luo Dao Fruit, just like eating and drinking."

He had no doubts about the words of the patriarchs, so he never felt impatient or frustrated when he hit a bottleneck.

He attended court on time every day, handled official business on time, received his salary on time, and practiced his cultivation on time. He lived a life as peaceful as a plant.

He does not make enemies of others, does not force himself, and does not do things beyond his ability. Just as his Taoist name suggests, he never feels sorrow.

Having completed another daily spiritual cleansing, Wangyouzi skillfully handled the tasks assigned by the Divine Court.

"These peaceful days suit me perfectly," he thought to himself as he handled his official duties.

Perhaps this is why he chose to serve as an official in the Divine Court instead of traveling the prehistoric lands like the others from Xuanjun Temple.

The workday passed quickly, and he soon finished handling all his official duties.

The moment he put down his pen, a mysterious feeling arose in his heart.

This feeling told him, "It's time to go for it."

So he naturally went to the Divine Court to return home, and after receiving permission, he left the Heavenly Realm and went straight to the Xuanjun Temple.

"Senior brother, why are you back at the temple again today? I don't remember this being a day of rest for the Divine Court."

The junior brother who opened the door for him was taken aback and asked curiously.

Wangyouzi smiled and said, "I have returned to the temple this time because I wish to see all the Daoist masters and patriarchs."

"Then you've returned just in time, senior brother. All the Dao Lords and Patriarchs are in the temple today."

Wangyouzi was not surprised by this, and the reason why the Daoist Master of Xuanjun Temple returned to the temple today naturally came to mind.

After parting ways with his junior brother, he immediately went to pay his respects to each of the Dao Lords.

"Good, it seems you understood what I meant." Kongming nodded in satisfaction. "It seems my Xuanjun Temple lineage will have another Dao Lord." Qingfeng nodded slightly.

"Don't worry, we will all protect you," Zhenling assured, patting his chest.

After meeting the six Dao Lords, he finally went to see the most senior patriarch of Xuanjun Temple.

Xuanjun glanced at Wangyouzi and smiled, "You are the first batch of disciples of the Seven Lineages of Xuanjun that I have guided. Now it is time for you to take that step."

"It's all thanks to the good teachings of our ancestors." Wangyouzi said this from the bottom of his heart.

"You deserve most of the credit for getting this far," Xuanjun waved his hand dismissively. "Go for it. Qingfeng, Molin, and even the entire Xuanjun Temple will stand behind you."

In fact, if something really happens, not only Xuanjun Temple, but other eighth-level sects will also provide assistance to some extent.

"This disciple is deeply grateful." Wangyouzi bowed again, and as he rose, his figure transformed into a point of innate, indestructible spiritual light, flying towards the beginning of creation.

Beyond the primordial wilderness, the eternally frozen demonic land casts its gaze upon this glimmer of light that traverses the river of time.

Malice, greed, anger—all kinds of gazes converged on Wangyouzi, who was about to be promoted.

"People from the Xuanjun Temple lineage? Perfect time to settle both old and new scores."

"I am in need of a suitable magical artifact, and this spiritual light should be mine."

“He is still a member of the Divine Court. We cannot allow anyone else from the Divine Court to advance to the eighth rank.”

Countless malicious thoughts were exchanged in an instant, and in a flash, an eighth-level demonic cultivator made his move.

The extremely cold flames transformed into a wall of fire exuding a chilling aura, blocking the path that Wangyouzi was bound to take.

Before he could even charge in, a sharp sword light suddenly slashed out, extinguishing the wall of fire with a single strike.

Then seven figures stepped onto the river of time, their auras connected, instantly stunning all the malicious gazes from all directions.

"Damn Xuanjun Temple, it's happening again!"

A demonic cultivator at the eighth level gritted his teeth in hatred.

It is rare for a sect like Xuanjun Temple to have seven eighth-level experts. Since they all come from the same sect, these eighth-level experts of Xuanjun Temple have always been of one mind and body.

When fighting a single Tier 8 enemy, they attack together; when fighting a group of Tier 8 enemies, they attack together as well.

This can be described as taking unity and the disregard for martial ethics to the extreme.

Some eighth-rank disciples expressed their envy: "I wonder how Xuanjun trained his disciples, that he actually produced a group of eighth-rank disciples."

There was also an eighth-rank member who regretted: "It's a pity that the idea of ​​sending people to Xuanjun Temple back then failed, otherwise my Phoenix Clan might have been able to produce another eighth-rank member."

"Luckily, I managed to insert people quickly," said Grand Venerable Guangyuan, who was observing from the shadows. "I never expected that Mo Lin, whom I casually inserted back then, would actually become an eighth-order cultivator."

Under the gazes of the Eighth Order members, some filled with resentment, others with indifference, and still others with curiosity, Wangyouzi's spiritual light accelerated faster and faster, eventually surging towards the beginning of creation.

“He succeeded,” Qingfeng withdrew his gaze and looked at Xuanjun again. “Should we deal with that eighth-level demonic cultivator who attacked him just now?”

"No need, let's go back to the point in time when we came here."

Since Xuanjun has made his decision, no one else will object.

They dispelled the various gazes cast upon them by the river of time, and drifted downstream back to the Xuanjun Temple.

Meanwhile, outside of time, Chen Xingzhi seemed to have some kind of feeling.

(End of this chapter)