950 Farewell
"Sect Master, what is the meaning of this?"
Although a powerful formation surrounded him, Ancestor He calmed down and alyzed the situation. He knew panic would not help, so there was no point in letting such an emotion rule his thoughts and actions.
"There is only way for me and the sect to have a chance to fight a monster like Wang Wei," said He Shiyi calmly. Ancestor suddenly thought of something, and his face became ugly:
"You want to refine me as the mirror's Spirit?"
"Exactly. Only a Tier 11 Soul can become its main spirit, thus healing some of its damage. Afterward, it will be easier for me to control this powerful artifact."
Ancestor He's face was ugly to look at. The idea of refining a Weapon Spirit for the Four Symbol Mirror existed for a long time, but he always opposed the idea.
"Why don't you use one of your captured Immortal Sovereigns?"
"You know why," replied He Shiyi, and Ancestor He feel despair. He hoped the latter did not know that information, but he was wrong. For countless generations, He and Jia Clan secretly nourished the mirror with their blood, creating a bloodline link to it. Their attempt was to find a better way to control it but also as a backup against the sectarian faction.
As such, only someone with the He and Jia bloodline can sacrifice themselves and become the spirit.
Ancestor He suddenly laughed maniacally as a look of understanding dawned on him.
"I see. I always suspected why Old Jia's injury never healed despite the sect's ability, but now I understand. You people have been planning this for a long time."
Now that he thought of it, he realized the sect used too many excuses not to heal Old Jia; he only had mild suspicions, but there were no obvious signs–no matter how he searched, therefore he did not pay too much attention to this. He regretted his actions.
"My original intention was to convince Ancestor Jia; he cared more about the sect's well-being and was willing to sacrifice. Furthermore, you are from my clan, so I wanted to spare you.
"Sadly, the plan cannot keep up," explained He Shiyi, his demeanor extremely calm compared to his previous rage and anger.
"I am your teacher. Don't you feel any guilt?"
"You taught me to do whatever is necessary to protect the sect and ensure it thrives.
I'm only doing things according to your teaching."
"No, you're doing it for your own selfish motive," replied Ancestor He with a sneer.
"A part of me is," nodded He Shiyi, surprising Ancestor He for his frankness.
"I have suffered too much at Wang Wei's hands, and I can feel he might become my Heart Demon if things continue."
Ancestor He was once again surprised.
Anyone who can become an Eternal Emperor has the best Dao Heart amongst an entire generation, not to mention an Eternal Supreme like He Shiyi. And yet, he showed signs of developing a Heart Demon, which is a shocking thing.
"Do you think using a foreign thing like a weapon can make you on par with him?"
Ancestor He did not hide his sneer and contempt. Alas, the response he received was still this overwhelming calmness.
"I walk the way of battle. Anything that can be used to win and defeat the enemy is also a part of my strength," replied the Battle God Emperor with the utmost confidence.
"Furthermore, as long as I can kill him or delay his revival, I'm confident I can surpass his current strength."
Ancestor He quieted down for a moment, accepting his fate. He then looked at his student in his eyes, "You did the right thing.
In this situation, this is the best solution for the sect."
He knew if he were in the latter's shoes, he would have made the same choice.
"I'm proud of you," said Ancestor He; he knew only with such a ruthless leader would the sect have an opportunity to survive the calamity that is called Wang Wei. Although he has his selfishness, his core philosophy, and ideologies are to ensure the sect continues on its legacy and thrives.
A ray of softness flashed in He Shiyi's eyes before disappearing. "Do you have any last words or wishes?"
"Make sure the sect survives," said Ancestor He with the utmost solemnity.
"I will," replied He Shiyi firmly. He waved his hand, and the runes in the room turned into a seed, leaving only him in the empty and desolate room. He Shiyi stood in absolute silence for the next three hours before standing up.
He disappeared, heading to Alchemy Supreme Elder. Not long after proving the Dao, he tasked the Supreme Elder to use the best material from the garden to concoct the God Nourishing Pill for him, which has the same effect as the Emperor Soul Pill. In other words, these materials are the last ones in existence from the garden.
He Shiyi plans to use one of the pills to nourish Ancestor He's soul to ensure he is strong enough for the fusion with the mirror.
Myriad Emperor World, Dao Opening Sect: A few days passed, and Ancestor Wucheng exited his retreat. Wang Wei waited for him with a small table full of delicious snacks and great wine.
"Ancestor, how was your retreat?" asked Wang Wei as he poured wine for the latter.
Wucheng took a sip, and his eyes shone; he could feel the strength of his soul increase slightly.
"Great wine," he commented. He could tell this thing was nourished by the Grand Dao Source and fermented for millions of years.
"It was great," he replied. "I finally officially reached the realm of First Class.
Furthermore, I can feel this is not my limit as I am full of potential."
Wang Wei nodded as he was not surprised by this outcome. His bloodline has just been activated, so people still need time to grow and develop. However, the main objective of the bloodline is to increase potential.
Wucheng chugged the wine like he was drinking water, making Wang Wei speechless. "Kid, I have always said you were the gift that kept giving. Some of these old guys didn't believe in you at first."
He snorted in disdain.
"Is it because of the Outlaw Trial?"
"Yes, they thought you wouldn't survive.
Many people felt it was a pity for a person of your talent to die young, so they wanted to intervene and tell you the truth so you could give up.
"Unfortunately, the rule of our sect is that we have to train genius with the utmost cruelty. If you died, it could only mean that's how far your destiny can take you."
Wucheng exhaled deeply, playing with his tongue as he savored the taste of the wine.
"However, I always believed in you. The moment you were born, and I sensed how scary your soul was, I knew there was something special about you."
Wang Wei drank while listening, "I'm glad you believed in me. If not for you, I will not survive to this day."
Wucheng shook his head. He knew even without his actions, the sect master would not die with his wife present.
"I know what you're thinking, but I know the situation would have been worse had you not bought me enough time for her to arrive and to make a plan. So, I owe you a life."
"Well, as long as you can continue the glory of the sect and give me a few more wines, that will be more than enough for me," said Wucheng; their generation has one mission in life–ensure the Dao Opening Sect continues its legacy and thrive.
So, if sacrificing their lives would result in these things being accomplished, he knew many of these old guys would make the same decision as him.
"No problem," nodded Wang Wei.
And Wucheng continued to drink and eat. A few minutes, he sighed and said: "Let's get to business. A few of these guys were scared and wanted me to ask you if it was possible for some of them to ascend."
Ascension is a touchy subject in any faction.
Losing any Immortal Cultivator or Insurgent is a great weakening for any lineage. Furthermore, the events that occurred during the Great Zhou Dynasty rang alarms in the minds of many Emperor Lineages, making this topic even more taboo.
As such, Wang Wei understood why these people asked Wucheng–who had a good relationship with him–to ask him.
"Even if you didn't bring this topic up, I would have," said Wang Wei. "With the new bloodline, our sect will have no problem cultivating Immortals and Insurgents–even Etern Grade ones.
"As time passes, we will have too much power. I had already decided that many of you will need to seal yourself and hide from the world or ascend to the upper dimension."
Wucheng frowned after hearing this, not showing any joy at this news.
"Is the Balance Mechanism this bad?"
"It's not now, but it will be in the future,"
responded Wang Wei. "The Fiendgod
Bloodline is too strong and should not exist in the lower dimension."
Wucheng sighed, "I will bring the news to them."
He was not happy with this information; if it were up to him,the sect should rule the entire lower dimension for all eternity.
However, he knew this was impossible–at least, not yet.
