C146 A Dream for a Thousand Years
C146 A Dream for a Thousand Years
Wang Hao was completely immersed in his thoughts. He had already understood that it was not a bad thing for his consciousness to remain in the crevice of space and time. He had obtained the resource that other warriors lacked the most - time!
In the crevice of time and space, Wang Hao, who did not have a body, would not be hungry or aging. Although his physical realm could not be improved, his comprehension of the Sword Doctrine could be firmly engraved in his soul.
Time passed. Wang Hao was immersed in the righteousness of the Sword Dao. That profound starry sky had already lit up more than half of it.
After an unknown period of time, perhaps ten years, or perhaps a few decades, Wang Hao woke up from his enlightenment.
He raised his head and looked at the sky. The sky in Hidden Sword Valley was still as clear as before, but it seemed to have become livelier.
Wang Hao was slightly startled. He heard voices coming from the valley.
Wang Hao's consciousness flew out of Hidden Sword Valley, and a smile appeared on his face. He could clearly see that there were many buildings standing at the peak of the Cold Peak, which was originally empty.
These buildings were not densely packed, but they had already outlined the outline of the Snow Sword Sect.
"Ancestor, have you established a sect?"
Wang Hao walked towards the place where the voices were concentrated. Soon, he found a group of young teenagers sitting neatly on an empty field. Their eyes were filled with admiration and desire for knowledge.
In front of this group of teenagers, there was a middle-aged man who was dancing with his sword.
This middle-aged man was precisely the grandmaster. Time had flattened his young and tender face, and what replaced it was maturity and dignity. Wang Hao felt the Essence Energy Undulation emitting from the Grandmaster's body, and he was slightly surprised.
Earth Martial Stage Level Nine!
His ancestor's cultivation base was already at the peak of Earth Martial Stage. He was only a step away from the Heavenly Martial Stage!
"In just a few decades, he has such a cultivation base. It seems like the grandmaster's talent is even greater than what was rumored in the future!"
Wang Hao really wanted to spar with his ancestor. Without a doubt, his ancestor was also a rare sword genius that only appeared once in a thousand years!
Unfortunately, his ancestor couldn't see Wang Hao and didn't know about his existence. The two of them weren't people of the same time and space.
After decades of training, Wang Hao's heart was as still as water at this moment. Like the other disciples, he sat down cross-legged and quietly watched his grandmaster's sword dance.
In the next 400 years, Wang Hao stayed in the Snow Sword Sect, watching the Snow Sword Sect gradually become stronger after experiencing the storm.
400 years later, the grandmaster passed the position of Sect Master to his disciples. He built a secret chamber in the sect and began his seclusion.
After living for more than 400 years, his ancestor had already reached the peak of the ninth level of the Heavenly Martial Stage. However, birth, age, illness and death were the Heavenly Dao, unless he could advance further and step into the Spirit Martial Stage!
However, in the path of martial arts, there was a clear distinction between realms. Even his ancestor, who had extraordinary talent, had failed.
The grandmaster explained the things that had happened behind him. After that, he went to the Star Pavilion and took out a wooden sword, chanting a spell.
Looking at the ancestor's movement, Wang Hao was very surprised. The ancestor's action was obviously a divination technique. He didn't expect that the ancestor, apart from his astonishing talent in the sword, was also proficient in divination.
The divination was carried out very quickly. When the grandmaster put down the wooden sword, Wang Hao heard the grandmaster sigh deeply.
The result of the divination was naturally not good. Wang Hao's heart trembled. An idea that even he couldn't believe emerged in his heart.
"Could it be that the grandmaster already knew that Snow Sword Sect was going to face a crisis of annihilation?"
After the divination, Ancestor immediately left the sect and went down the Cold Peak. Wang Hao wanted to follow Ancestor to see where he was going, but he was blocked by an invisible wall on the Cold Peak.
"Can't we leave the Cold Peak?"
Helpless, Wang Hao could only continue to wait from the sect.
A year later, the Ancestor returned to the sect. Wang Hao noticed that compared to when he left, the Ancestor's finger had five extra Essence Ring.
The Ancestor passed three of the Essence Ring to the Sect Master at that time. When the Sect Master opened the Essence Ring, his face was filled with shock.
Cultivation techniques, martial skills, Medicine Pill... All kinds of cultivation resources had been piled up in three rooms.
Wang Hao finally understood how the martial skills stored in the Star Pavilion came about.
"Ancestor knew that he was about to die, so he used up all his wealth to exchange for so many resources? But why did he only leave three Essence Ring behind, and what did the other two Essence Ring contain? "
After handing over the resources to the current generation's Sect Master, Ancestor suddenly turned his head and looked in the direction of Wang Hao.
He was clearly just a virtual body formed from his consciousness, but Wang Hao suddenly had goosebumps all over his body.
"There is only a wall behind me, the grandmaster can't possibly stare at a wall for no reason, could it be... He can see me? "
Wang Hao did not believe this guess, but the feeling of being stared at could not be explained.
The gaze of the grandmaster seemed to have passed through time and space, and was fixed on Wang Hao!
Just as Wang Hao was making all kinds of guesses, the grandmaster retracted his gaze, turned around and left.
Wang Hao gritted his teeth and immediately chased after him. If the grandmaster really knew about his existence, perhaps he would leave some message for him.
Wang Hao followed the footsteps of the grandmaster closely. He had actually arrived at a secret chamber that he had never seen before. This secret chamber was extremely hidden. If he hadn't seen the grandmaster open it with his own eyes, Wang Hao wouldn't even have been able to notice that there was another world here.
After the old man entered the secret chamber, he took off the remaining two Essence Ring. Soon, the originally empty secret chamber was filled to the brim.
The two Essence Rings that he took out were high quality cultivation techniques and martial skills. The quantity of these cultivation techniques and martial skills was not much compared to the current generation's Sect Master, but the quality was a whole new level.
"The Ancestor deliberately hid a portion of cultivation techniques and martial skills... He really predicted that the Snow Sword Sect would face a crisis of annihilation in the future!"
After leaving the secret chamber, the Ancestor demonstrated the method of opening the secret chamber three times in a row. Wang Hao deeply remembered it in his mind.
After doing all of this, the grandmaster arrived at the bottom of Hidden Sword Valley. Wang Hao followed him all the way.
"Is the grandmaster here because he is about to die? Is he here to reminisce about his past experiences?"
While Wang Hao was thinking this, the grandmaster had done something that made him feel as if he had been struck by lightning!
The Ancestor stretched out his palm and gently curled his finger. A ray of blue light appeared out of thin air and shot into the palm of the Ancestor.
Wang Hao widened his eyes. He looked at the thing in the grandmaster's palm, and his whole body trembled.
That blue light was the small ball that contained the reincarnation of divine ability at the bottom of the valley.
Wang Hao remembered Lee Yunda saying that his ancestor was lucky enough to obtain the inheritance, but he missed the treasure. He couldn't help but sneer in his heart.
From the beginning to the end, his ancestor knew about the existence of the treasure!
"The divine ability must be matched with the bloodline of the user in order to learn it. Perhaps it was because he knew this that he left it in the valley, waiting for the arrival of the fated person."
Wang Hao stared at his ancestor. He wanted to see what his ancestor still wanted to do at the last moment of his life.
Ancestor reached out a finger and lightly tapped on the treasure.
The moment the finger touched the treasure, the small ball bloomed like a flower bud, layer by layer, revealing a ball of blue flame.
This ball of flame was the inherited flame of the divine ability, Reincarnation!
"Go!"
Ancestor Advisor gave a clear shout, and a sword qi shot into the inheritance fire.
What surprised Wang Hao was that not only did the sword qi not destroy the inheritance fire, it even burned more vigorously.
Wang Hao took a closer look. There seemed to be an additional mark in the blue flame. When the flame jumped, it was faintly visible.
"Combine!"
The grandmaster once again shouted, and the treasure once again closed.
After doing all of this, the Martial Ancestor's face became as white as a sheet of paper. The last bit of life force in his body had been used up.
"This mark can use its own power to reforge your body and bring your consciousness here when you die."
"I've already predicted the destruction of the sect, but since my time is up, I can't make any more preparations."
"After I die, you're the only one in the world who knows how to open the secret chamber. You must use it well!"
"The Snow Sword Sect is my blood and sweat. I hope you can inherit my heart and rebuild it."
...
Wang Hao's blood boiled as he listened to his grandmaster talking to himself. Tears welled up in his eyes.
It turned out that it wasn't because Wang Hao was lucky, but because his ancestor had used up the last of his life force to leave a mark in his reincarnation.
Wang Hao's life was saved by his ancestor!
Wang Hao knelt in front of his ancestor and kowtowed nine times. He raised his palm and swore a blood oath to the heavens.
"My lord, I, Wang Hao, swear a blood oath that I will rebuild the Snow Sword Sect in this life and make it famous throughout the continent! If I break this oath, the heavenly thunder will strike me, and I will never be able to reincarnate!"
Perhaps it was because his ancestor heard Wang Hao's oath, but his aged face revealed a gratified smile.
...
Three days later, his grandmaster's life returned to the Soul Sea.
Wang Hao still hadn't returned to his own time and space. It was as if the Ancestor had purposely left him here to prevent him from leaving.
"There must be a deeper meaning behind Ancestor's decision to leave me here. I have already comprehended all the Sword Dao Fragment. Why don't I go to the Star Pavilion and the secret chamber to take a look?"
Wang Hao came to the Star Pavilion. He looked at the rows of bookshelves that contained martial skills and sighed in his heart, "Unfortunately, I am just a consciousness. I can't touch the books, or else I would be able to flip through these martial skills."
Although he sighed in his heart, Wang Hao still subconsciously touched the martial skills on the shelves.
What Wang Hao did not expect happened. His illusory hand easily passed through the shelves, but he could feel the feeling of touching the martial skills.
Wang Hao's excited hand trembled. He took a deep breath, held a martial skill in his hand, and gently flipped it open.
"Ancestor Advisor, did you arrange this?"
Wang Hao suppressed the excitement in his heart and began to read the martial skills as if he was hungry. Although he did not have a physical body and could not cultivate, he could firmly remember these martial skills in his mind!
In the following years, Wang Hao flipped through all the martial skills in Star Pavilion three times. Not only did he remember every word in the book, he also tried to practice them in Elf World.
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Time flowed like a trickling stream. Wang Hao had witnessed all the big and small things in the Snow Sword Sect. Wang Hao was like a historical official, loyal to history.
Wang Hao had already forgotten how long he had stayed in the crevice of time and space. It was like a dream, a dream that had lasted for more than a thousand years.
At this moment, Wang Hao was standing next to the new generation of Sect Masters, Lee Yunlong. In front of him was the patriarch of the Ling family and the three great Sect Masters, as well as the Sect Protecting Array.
Outside of the formation, the elites of the three major sects were everywhere. There was also a huge Swamp Bear and an ancient man with a black spear in his hand.