Chapter 87

Chapter 87: The Legacy of Master and Disciple
Yu Zhao lifted her Dao robe, knelt, and kowtowed as she said: “Disciple Yu Zhao greets Master.”

After being expelled from the sect by Master Qing Yan, she was an inner disciple without any master, so of course she could take a new teacher.

Besides, she cultivated Wanderer Bright Moon’s Illusory Tide Art. Even if they did not have the title of master and disciple, they already had the reality of that bond.

This formal ceremony of taking a master made up for that missing piece.

Wanderer Bright Moon watched Yu Zhao finish the rites with a smile and said: “I have cultivated for a thousand years and at last reached completion. Yu Zhao, thank you for fulfilling my wish. From this day on, I, Bright Moon, have no more regrets.”

As she finished speaking, a streak of purple spiritual light shot into the space between Yu Zhao’s brows.

She said: “Within it are all my insights and understandings, and it is also the last help your teacher can give you. Remember, the Immortal Path is long. Let your Dao heart endure forever.”

After the purple light merged into Yu Zhao’s Sea of Consciousness, her whole being entered a strange state.

It was as if her soul had been drawn out and then poured into the body of a little girl.

The girl looked only four or five years old, delicate and adorable, with bright, clear phoenix eyes. Most important of all, she possessed a Water Spiritual Root and was a one-in-ten-thousand cultivation genius.

Her name was Bie Bright Moon.

Bie Bright Moon was considered a freak in her family clan, because shortly after they sent her into a sect, she asked to leave and returned to the clan.

After that, she spent ten years walking out of the small city in the Western Region where her clan was located and began to roam the Cultivation World.

She went to many places and met many people, hovering between life and death many times and gaining countless great opportunities.

Just when she thought she would keep wandering, she met a special man, and for the first time her drifting soul had a place to rest.

Inside Bie Bright Moon’s body, Yu Zhao screamed wildly: [Do not believe him!]

[Do not believe men!]

[He wants to kill you!]

Unfortunately, Bie Bright Moon could not hear Yu Zhao’s voice. She sank into the gentle dream the man wove for her and drowned in it.

Until the man used a short sword to cruelly slice open the truth.

The man cultivated a Ruthless Dao of Proving the Dao by Killing One’s Wife, and Bie Bright Moon was the sacrificial offering he had chosen with care.

In that instant, Yu Zhao heard a shattering sound from within Bie Bright Moon’s body.

Bie Bright Moon’s cultivation level was on par with the man’s, and her talent was enough to crush him. When she drove her sword into his heart, she grasped the true Ruthless Dao without any teacher.

From then on, Bie Bright Moon changed her name to Wanderer Bright Moon and created the Illusory Tide Art.

She said: “The complete Illusory Tide Art should have nine levels. Unfortunately, with my strength I could only comprehend up to the fifth level. I hope those who come after can refine it further.”

Space suddenly twisted, and a huge pressure closed around Yu Zhao, flinging her soul straight back.

Yu Zhao’s whole body trembled. When she opened her eyes again, her soul was already back in her body.

“Master!”

Yu Zhao looked anxiously at Wanderer Bright Moon.

The illusion that had been so lively before had already returned to its wild, domineering appearance.

Yu Zhao understood that the last wisp of Wanderer Bright Moon’s remnant soul left in the Cultivation World had dissipated.

A strong sorrow surged up in her heart, and she kowtowed to the fading illusion once more.

Although she had met Master only this once, during the transmission she had spent nearly a thousand years at her side. What Master left her was not only the formulas for the first five levels of the Illusory Tide Art, but also precious, priceless memories.

After seeing Wanderer Bright Moon off, Yu Zhao sat cross-legged and meditated to calm herself.

When the sorrow slowly peeled away from her bit by bit, her state of mind suddenly transformed.

As she witnessed Wanderer Bright Moon’s tribulations, was she not also undergoing a trial of her own?

All the things of her previous life, in the span of a thousand years, were like morning dew, like autumn water leaving no trace.

Whoosh.

Suddenly, the sound of wind echoed in the sealed stone cave.

The spirit power around Yu Zhao surged violently, forming a small whirlpool with her at the center.

Spirit power from all directions sensed her and rushed over in waves.

When Yu Zhao had still been in the Five Elements Dao Sect, her cultivation had stabilized at Late Foundation Establishment. After training outside, she had taken another step forward to reach the Perfect Foundation Establishment Stage, only one step away from forming a Golden Core.

According to Yu Zhao’s plan, she still needed at least a year of preparation before breaking through this cultivation bottleneck.

Now, the opportunity granted by Wanderer Bright Moon had saved her one more step.

The surging spirit power poured into Yu Zhao’s body through her limbs and seven apertures.

Enduring the swollen pain of her rapidly expanding meridians, she guided the spirit power through a full great circulation inside her body, then gathered it into her dantian.

After that, the vast spirit power was compressed and condensed into drop after drop of spiritual liquid.

She did not know how long had passed before the spiritual liquid in her dantian had gathered into a mass the size of a fist, faintly taking the shape of a Golden Core.

Yu Zhao took a deep breath, her gaze sharpening.

Having experience, she naturally knew that the most important step in Core Formation was condensing the core.

Once the Golden Core formed, it would mean she already had half a foot into the Golden Core Stage.

However, Yu Zhao still faced a problem.

Because the breakthrough had come too suddenly, she had not prepared beforehand. The spirit power in this place was too thin, and after such a long period of absorption, the outside spirit power could no longer supply what she needed for the next step.

The arrow was already nocked on the string.

Determination flashed in Yu Zhao’s eyes.

She took out a handful of pills and swallowed them all in one go, then pulled out every spirit stone from her storage pouch until her body was completely buried in them.

Under the constant washing of spirit power, a Golden Core gradually solidified.

On this day.

Sudden thunder boomed.

In the remote deep mountains, an intense fluctuation of spirit power suddenly spread out.

The nearby cultivators, alerted by the disturbance, rushed over one after another.

One cultivator’s eyes burned as he said: “With such a great commotion, could a rare treasure be appearing?” Then he shot off like lightning, racing toward the source of the spirit power fluctuations.

There were also cautious cultivators who stayed at a distance, watching the surroundings in doubt and unease.

Before they could reach the source, the mighty wave of spirit power abruptly stopped, and the desolate mountain returned to calm.

“What is going on? Why did it suddenly vanish?”

“Someone must have gotten there before us and taken the treasure!”

“For some reason, I feel that was not a treasure being born, but rather some Senior breaking through here.”

“Impossible! This is a desolate place with thin spirit power. Who would choose to break through here?”

“…”

Everyone argued endlessly, each with their own guess.

Someone snapped: “Stop arguing. We will know once we take a look!”

With that, he flew forward first.

Seeing this, the others quickly followed.

However, they had not gone far before a terrifying pressure swept over them.

They did not even have time to react before the overwhelming pressure crushed them into the ground.

“Those who block my path will die!”

A cold woman’s voice suddenly rang out.

Everyone felt their blood and qi churning, and a stabbing pain pierced their ears before a long-lasting buzzing sound rang endlessly.

“Senior, please calm your anger!”

“Senior, spare us, Senior, spare us!”

By now they all knew they had barged into a Senior Expert’s cultivation place and offended her, and they were terrified, begging for mercy again and again.

Those with more knowledge even guessed that the Senior’s cultivation level was extremely high, and they regretted it so much their guts were turning green.

Just which Nascent Soul Old Fiend had actually come to such a remote place for Closed-Door Cultivation? It was truly unbelievable, simply unbelievable!