The feeling of teacher and disciple was not something that needed to be declared. Although Wang Lin and Xuan Luo were no longer disciple and teacher, in Wang Lin’s heart, Xuan Luo would forever be his teacher.

And in Xuan Luo’s heart, his only disciple was still this child he had brought from the cave world to the Ancient clan.

In the ancestral temple, although Wang Lin was experiencing intense pain, he felt warmth. He took a deep breath, he closed his eyes, and fully immersed himself in his origin soul as it split.

With his teacher here, he didn’t have to worry about anything else.

In the blank of an eye, three days passed. During these three days, Wang Lin had sat there motionlessly, but the pain from his origin soul splitting became even more violent, like a storm sweeping through his body. As he sat there, a shadow appeared above him, and it was connected to his head.

This shadow had cracks all over its body and the number...