Lin Chaofeng was dazed and strove to think back to his memories. What was there to say about his generation of the Eight Outer Sects…? The inheritance still existed, but there weren’t any outstanding people. He was basically this generation’s sect master of the three northeastern provinces, the Yangtze River and Pearl River Deltas, and so on. He had also heard about a good few elites of the Eight Outer Sects who’d joined international mercenary organizations. Nonetheless, in the development of science to date, those who still believed in accounts of immortal masters could perhaps be counted on one’s fingers.

Even he, if not for his father’s dying order, wouldn’t have believed in it had he not seen this today. As for who his ancestor was… he moreover couldn’t remember clearly. 

However, one of the old men dropped to his knees and softly tapped his head on the floor. He forced down his excitement and said, “This humble one heard someone say in the past… the one who left this item was an old Daoist. But…” 

He hesitated to speak. Zhao Wuye suppressed the curiosity in his heart and laughed, “You only need to worry about speaking. Fellow Daoist Xu’s status is esteemed. If you can have him take interest, while it isn’t so much as to ascending the heavens in a single bound, the benefit gained is in no way something you mortals can imagine.”

“Yes…” the old man inhaled deeply and said heavily,...