Chapter 899 The Legacy of the Eighth Sister, I Love the Qin Emperor!

Wang Xiaoke breathed a sigh of relief. The benefits he gained from this seclusion were too great. It would be best to digest them for a while longer before attempting to break through to a higher realm.

The sound of footsteps, "tap tap".

Wang Lele leaned closer to examine it, cupping her face and looking at it from left to right.

Before Wang Xiaoke could speak, she said with a serious expression, "Xiaoke, your appearance hasn't changed, but you seem even more handsome now!"

"Tell me the truth, how many secrets do you still have that you haven't revealed, including this physique of yours!"

"And where does everyone's tradition come from?"

Wang Xiaoke lowered her head and looked at her with eyes as clear and pure as gemstones: "Eighth Sister, would you believe me if I said I was an immortal's disciple?"

"What kind of deity? You don't only have the Imperial Advisor as your master."

"Yes, my physical constitution was awakened entirely by my master."

Wang Xiaoke said seriously, "If you don't believe me, you can ask Xiao Zi!"

"He's an Imperial Artifact Spirit, even more powerful than a Celestial Artifact. Surely he couldn't have been given to me by Grandpa Fox?"

Ziyou: "...Hmm."

Wang Lele was first confused, then puzzled, and finally full of astonishment and doubt: "Master, how come I've never seen you before?"

"Don't even mention you, sister, I haven't seen him in a long time either."

Wang Xiaoke sighed helplessly: "He must be busy with something and can't get away."

It is estimated that he will be able to meet his master only after he has transcended the tribulation and ascended to immortality.

After listening to his explanation, Wang Lele suddenly understood.

Although she didn't say it, she was still very happy.

At least my younger brother was open and honest, and didn't keep her in the dark any longer.

"None of that matters." Wang Xiaoke's eyes narrowed into crescent shapes.

“I need to go out to take care of some personal matters. In the meantime, you can stay with your family and receive the transmission at the temple.”

Wang Lele was about to ask about her sister's situation.

After all, the girls' pained expressions clearly indicated that they had suffered greatly.

Ziyou led the two to the Starry Sky Dojo.

Wang Lele followed cautiously, her eyes filled with a dazzling starry sky, magnificent and breathtaking, so beautiful that she subconsciously lowered her guard.

"What a beautiful place, like strolling under an endless starry sky."

"Where is this?"

"This is the Starry Sky Dojo, where each star holds a unique opportunity, encompassing the divine thoughts of powerful beings from all heavens."

"Humans, immortals, demons, Buddhas, Confucians, ghosts... this is where everyone received their inheritance."

After hearing his explanation, Wang Lele found it even more unbelievable.

Are there countless stars in the void, all of them the inheritances of powerful beings?

She now believes her brother; the Imperial Advisor can't possibly possess such a heaven-defying magic weapon!

Wang Xiaoke gestured to Ziyou, indicating that he must choose a path to immortality for her.

"let's start."

Zi You waved his hand, and a force pulled Wang Lele forward.

The light entered between his brows, and the starry sky rippled with a mystical energy.

Some stars were teetering on the brink of collapse, breaking free of their orbits and falling to the ground!

One after another, until no more stars fall from the Milky Way.

"Thirty thousand stars, not bad."

Although the number is small, the quality of the inheritance it has triggered is very high.

Ziyou eliminated the humanistic inheritance, leaving behind the strongest ten directions inheritance.

"Did I attract all of these?" Wang Lele subconsciously looked at her younger brother.

Receiving a comforting look from Wang Xiaoke, her expression hardened.

Buzz!

One after another, divine phantoms far exceeding her expectations descended upon the dojo.

Wang Lele's delicate body trembled as she was stared at by several deep gazes. In an instant, it seemed as if everything about her had been seen through, sending chills down her spine.

"What a delicate girl, with a pure heart. Her cultivation is a little lacking, but that's not a big deal. Would you like to become my disciple?"

The man with the crescent-shaped silver mark on his forehead was the first to extend an olive branch.

He is a powerful immortal lord in the Moonlit Realm. The Free and Unfettered Creation Technique he cultivates can only be practiced with half the effort by those with pure hearts.

"Giggle."

Beside her, a fairy smiled and radiated a seven-colored halo, exuding an ethereal charm.

"Little girl, I am an elder of the Misty Rain Pavilion, Immortal Lord Qixia. You are quite pleasing to my eye. Would you like to become my disciple?"

"interesting!"

Another fairy, dressed in white with her face veiled and her celestial silk flowing, with countless white rainbows trailing behind her long skirt, faced the path she had come from, where hundreds of lotuses bloomed along the way.

“Everyone, return to the Chaos Sea. I have already chosen this junior.”

The several peerless immortals were initially angry, but then became alarmed, and a hint of fear appeared in their eyes.

"A Celestial King!?"

The Immortal Lord of the Moonlit Realm frowned, hesitated for a few moments, and then cupped his hands in greeting.

“Senior, this woman has a pure heart and her cultivation method is compatible with mine. I hope that you will allow her to choose between us.”

Qixia Immortal smiled and said, "Senior, we have all been asleep for too long."

"Noisy."

The white-robed immortal king coldly interrupted, and the surging immortal aura caused all the powerful figures to retreat.

"What right does a mere Immortal Lord have to negotiate with me!"

Immortal Lord Qixia smiled and nodded, not daring to disobey her no matter how aggrieved he felt.

Both are regrettable.

But compared to the other party, I am just a slightly larger ant.

If you displease her, you might not even have the chance to return to the Chaotic Star Sea.

The other immortal lineages sighed and swallowed their words about taking on disciples.

"Junior."

The white-robed immortal king lowered his eyelashes and lingered on Wang Lele for a moment.

Her aptitude is passable, but she's tainted with too much worldly influence. If she were in the Immortal Realm, she wouldn't accept someone with such talent even if they begged her to take her as a disciple.

but……

The white-clad fairy looked at the spirit of the temple and the boy standing beside it in a thunderous posture.

"The Chaos Body is the successor of the Demon Emperor. This girl is his blood relative. It is not impossible for her to transcend tribulation and ascend to immortality in the future and attain the Dao Fruit."

She whispered.

Wang Lele waited anxiously for the white-clad fairy to speak.

"I am the Holy Maiden of the Dao Celestial Immortal Sect. The cultivation technique I practice is the Supreme Forgetfulness Record, which aims to sever my own shackles, forge a flawless Dao heart, and walk the path of the Supreme Forgetfulness."

The white-clad female immortal said in a detached voice, "Knock on the gate of immortality, and you may join my Dao Celestial Immortal Sect."

"Dao Tian Immortal Sect!?"

One of the immortal lords was astonished; this was a behemoth from the immortal realm.

Needless to say, she is a saintess, and her master is at least a powerful immortal. With this connection, Wang Lele will be well-trained when she enters the Dao Tian Immortal Sect.

"Why haven't you kowtowed and become my disciple yet?"

Wang Lele looked at her younger brother, seemingly seeking his opinion.

"The way to forget emotions?" Wang Xiaoke muttered, "Does it mean abandoning emotions altogether?"

He didn't want his eighth sister to turn into a heartless block of ice.

"No." Zi You seemed to know a bit about this: "Forgetting feelings is not the same as being heartless."

"Refine your mind and sever your mortal nature. Your Dao heart is like a mirror that can reflect the essence of the world. Although your emotions become indifferent, your cultivation speed is faster and you are more likely to comprehend the Dao."

Wang Xiaoke listened as if nothing had happened: "Won't it still turn into an ice cube?"

Ziyou: "...Yes, that's right."

But looking at the entire lineage, this one is undoubtedly the strongest.

Wang Lele glanced at her younger brother, then slowly relaxed her clenched fist.

When she looked up at the other person again, a resolute look appeared in her eyes.

Having weathered several crises, she knew very well that she was dragging her younger brother down...

If I can improve my strength, I can always keep up with my younger brother.

So what if we sacrifice some of our emotions?

"Me!" Just as Wang Lele was about to agree, a desolate zither melody emanated from the chaotic starry sea, as if drifting from the other side of the void and landing in her ears.

"A lone string resounds through the ages, the flames of calamity burn the heavens and earth; I have witnessed the collapse of the Dao and the fall of stars on a night when only ten thousand bones and dust remain."

The deep, resonant notes of the zither captivated the soul, subtly conveying the supreme Daoist principles.

Wang Lele is a music enthusiast and is very sensitive to music and sound.

Listening attentively, she seemed to glimpse a cataclysmic event in the long river of time.

Hundreds of millions of cultivators perished, countless lives were lost, and calamity spread throughout all the heavens and myriad realms!

The scene shifts to someone suspended high in the air playing a zither. With a flick of their fingers, order is restored, and life spreads across the earth, leaving countless creatures with eyes full of gratitude.

"The Emperor's blood obliterates the floating pagoda, the primordial chaos fades away, only the remnant soul remains, sinking into the primordial chaos."

Wang Lele's pupils reflected a majestic figure standing atop the immortals, waging a great battle against the forbidden source, until the Emperor's blood fell...

The screen collapsed, and she quickly regained consciousness; the music had already disappeared.

"Xiao Zi."

Wang Xiaoke asked in bewilderment, "Where did that piano music come from? Did you make it?"

Ziyou shook his head.

The remaining souls present were also puzzled, and soon a star floated over.

As the light converged, the divine will of inheritance manifested once more.

The man wore a moon-white robe with embroidered cloud patterns on the hem, a dark jade belt around his waist, and a Taoist aura around his side.

The small zither hanging at his waist and the dark gold zither emblem embroidered on his boots made him look refined and noble.

"I am the Great Lover of the Qin Emperor."

"Would you like to become my disciple?"