The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal

Chapter 1585: Chapter 1585: The Guiding Chime

Ye Feng had just remodeled the Divine Clock of Talent.

It can awaken sleeping souls and soothe them, making people calm and comfortable, and is a superb remedy for removing heart demons.

Just like the scene that happened just now.

The Divine Clock of Talent only needed to emit a single chime to calm the restless Shi Lei, suppress his heart demons, and point him in the right direction.

Above the Floating Island.

Shi Lei discovered that the Ma Liang’s Brush beside him strangely entered his sea of consciousness, splashing ink within, painting portraits of burly men in golden armor.

They were protecting Shi Lei.

Buzz!

Ma Liang’s Brush automatically unsealed itself, unleashing the power of the Thirty-four Layer Immortal Emperor level, painting a burning incense stick, filling the air with a rich fragrance that made Shi Lei become calm and peaceful, finally able to break through with all his heart and soul.

The next morning.

The Tribulation Cloud gathered above Shi Lei’s head, finally splitting out the first terrifying bolt of lightning, yet just before it could strike Shi Lei, it was shattered by numerous golden-armored warriors.

"Ma Liang’s Brush is really powerful."

Shi Lei couldn’t help but praise.

Ma Liang’s Brush playfully tilted upward, as if it was a person lifting their chin, appearing very cute.

Crackle!

The terrifying lightning continued to fall, but with the help of Ma Liang’s Brush, Shi Lei successfully endured the Heavenly Tribulation, breaking through to the legendary Immortal Realm.

The next moment.

Shi Lei found that his Divine Soul trembled violently, quickly detaching from his body, flying toward an unknown Land of Void. In a panic, he immediately grasped Ma Liang’s Brush, appearing in a place so dark that one couldn’t see their fingers.

Shi Lei looked around but couldn’t find an exit or figure out where he was.

"Can you find the way back?"

Shi Lei looked at the Ma Liang’s Brush in his hand, noticing the silvery-white hairs on its tip swaying from side to side, as if shaking its head.

"Looks like we’re trapped here."

Shi Lei grew worried and began searching for an exit, but no matter which direction he flew in, he couldn’t find the escape he imagined.

"Damn it!"

"I must have been trapped."

"Is this an alternative heart demon?"

Shi Lei looked worried.

Dong!

A bell suddenly rang in the distance.

Shi Lei’s expression changed, recognizing the familiar sound as that of the Divine Clock of Talent.

"Great!"

Shi Lei listened carefully, and after a while, the Divine Clock of Talent chimed again, allowing Shi Lei to discern a general direction, and he quickly flew toward it.

Dong!

The sound of the Divine Clock of Talent continued ringing, becoming increasingly frequent, guiding Shi Lei in a direction which he followed quickly, his eyes focused.

No one knows how long it took.

Shi Lei finally reached a place of radiant splendor, pushing open a door to find his consciousness successfully returning to reality, slowly opening his eyes.

Looking around.

Shi Lei found himself sitting on the Floating Island, surrounded by familiar scenes, and finally let out a sigh of relief.

"I finally made it back."

Shi Lei was filled with lingering fear.

Even he hadn’t expected that in his attempt to reach the Thirty-four Layer Immortal Emperor realm, he would encounter such a dangerous situation. Had it not been for the guidance of the Divine Clock of Talent, his consciousness could have been lost in the endless void until it completely dissipated.

"How do you feel?"

Ye Feng’s voice rang out from nowhere.

Shi Lei hadn’t yet responded when he found himself beside the Spirit Lake, looking up to see Ye Feng sitting on a rock, fishing.

"Sect Master Uncle, was it you who rang the Divine Clock of Talent to help me return?"

Shi Lei couldn’t help but ask.

"It was, and it wasn’t," Ye Feng said. "I merely remodeled the Divine Clock of Talent. Now it can emit chimes from time to time, purifying your minds and guiding you onto a broad path."

"I see, then it’s still thanks to you, Sect Master Uncle. If not for your remodeling of the Divine Clock of Talent, I wouldn’t have been able to let my consciousness return."

Shi Lei cupped his hands in respect.

Ye Feng asked, "Now that you’ve broken through to the Thirty-four Layer Immortal Emperor, with endless longevity equating to life as long as heaven and earth, you must cultivate even harder henceforth and strive to one day break into the Hundred-layered Immortal Emperor."

He didn’t mention aiming for the Heavenly Dao Realm.

Because that goal was far too distant.

In the Twin Universe, only one Heavenly Dao Realm expert can be born per Origin Era, and even those with exceptional talents may not be able to break through.

Even Ye Feng wouldn’t dare make a guarantee.

"I will work hard!" Shi Lei replied, cupping his hands, and sought advice from Ye Feng on various cultivation questions, gaining great insights.

Half a day later.

Shi Lei left the Spirit Lake, carrying some offerings, and went to the cemetery in the back mountains of Misty Peak.

Creaaaak!

As Shi Lei pushed open the wooden door and entered, he found the grass on Old Sect Leader’s grave had been trimmed to just an inch high, looking neat and tidy.

Offerings were placed in front of the tombstone.

"Could someone have come to pay respects?"

Shi Lei scratched his head, putting down his offerings, poured a cup full of fragrant wine, and murmured to himself:

"Master, I’ve come to see you."

"In the blink of an eye, almost ten years have passed."

"Master, tell me, if there is really an Underworld in this world, how would you be doing over there? Would someone sew clothes for you, or weave straw sandals?"

"Are you lonely?"

Saying this, Shi Lei’s eyes reddened.

He had been brought back to the Misty Sect by the Old Sect Leader from a young age, living here for over twenty years, forming an extremely deep bond. Even after the Old Sect Leader’s death, he resolutely stayed behind, striving tirelessly.

"Come to think of it, Sect Master Uncle is truly amazing. Why didn’t you tell me when I was a child that I had such a remarkably talented uncle?"

"Do you know, under Sect Master Uncle’s leadership, our sect is now the number one sect in Shenzhou, and even I have become a Thirty-four Layer Immortal Emperor!"

"Yun Jie and Jiaojiao are still at the Thirty-third Layer Immortal Emperor, but their talent is greater than mine, so breaking through to the Thirty-four Layer Immortal Emperor should be no problem for them."

"It’s a pity though, about the Fourth Junior Brother Xiao Fangu and Fifth Junior Sister Shu Hongyu. The former became a traitor, turning into our enemy, while the latter went back to the County King City to become a Commandery Prince, inheriting the family business."

"Master, don’t worry!"

"If one day I capture Junior Brother Xiao, I wouldn’t kill him because he’s your disciple. However, I won’t be lenient either; I will completely suppress him, preventing him from doing more evil, forcing him to recall and reflect on his wicked life."

"As for Junior Sister Shu Hongyu, I remember she became quite powerful after becoming the Commandery Prince, having achieved sainthood and immortality, with a promising future."

Saying this, Shi Lei poured the wine from the cup onto the ground, then filled it with a second round of liquor.

"Master..."

"Will we ever meet again?"

"I’ve heard from Sect Master Uncle that reviving someone who died long ago is very difficult because the soul of a living being has dissipated, and even the Life Mark might have completely vanished, making resurrection challenging."

"But I have Ma Liang’s Brush!"

"One day, I believe I can bring you back to life. Thirty-four Layer Immortal Emperor is not enough, then I’ll wait until I break into the Eighty-layered Immortal Emperor, the Hundred-layered Immortal Emperor... or even the legendary Heavenly Dao Realm!"

"Master, wait for me!"

Unknowingly, Shi Lei was already weeping like rain, the once simple and honest iron warrior now tearing up, repeatedly kowtowing.

His forehead was stained with dirt, yet he didn’t care, continuing to bow his head persistently.

He cleaned the tombstone with a silk cloth, gently caressing the words "Old Sect Master’s Tomb" inscribed on it, his eyes filled with emotion but ultimately turning to leave with reluctance.

The master is gone, but the disciple remains.

He decided to live well, to develop quietly, until he was strong enough to bring his master back.

When no one noticed, a wisp of green smoke rose from the tomb of the Old Sect Master, gently swaying with the wind, as if someone was smiling there with gratification.

The cemetery was very quiet.

It was as if someone was resting under the shade of a summer tree, enjoying the peace and tranquility of the moment.

[That’s all for today, good night.]

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