This primordial world is not serious!

Chapter 1008 - 489: Heavenly Court Turncoats and the Affectionate Chan Sect (3)

This is practically a mad exploration at the edge of life and death.

True Master Yu Ding glanced at the broken Heavenly Vault overhead, still dissipating Chaos Qi, and dared not think further.

Also shocked by the sudden thunder was Little Yang Jian beside him.

His heart was still pounding fiercely.

"Master, Master! The... the sky has a big hole in it!"

Little Yang Jian was astonished.

"No need to be surprised, my disciple."

True Master Yu Ding's expression had swiftly returned to calm and serene, as if he hadn't been the one just anxiously apologizing.

He looked at the hole, a meaningful expression flashing in his eyes, clearly implying deeper meaning.

"The sky, after all, is bound to break sooner or later."

He casually waved his sleeve.

In an instant, countless golden rays and colorful lights filled all of Yuquan Mountain.

The vast golden light in the sky, as if possessing life, converged toward the damaged part of the Grotto Heaven.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the hideous hole was completely repaired, the dome smooth as new, showing no trace of previous damage.

Yang Jian watched this amazing scene and nodded vaguely.

He tilted his little head, filled with curiosity and confusion.

"Then... who was the 'Saint' Master just mentioned?"

"Is it one of our fellow disciples at Yuquan Mountain?"

Faced with his disciple's pure and clear question, True Master Yu Ding pondered for a moment.

He thought for a bit and explained in a way Yang Jian could understand, "Consider it a senior of our sect, an extremely senior elder."

"We're all from the same lineage, called the Mystic Sect."

"And the one just now is one of the most distinguished and ancient saints in our Mystic Sect and across the entire Primordial True Realm."

"According to her rank, if you meet her, you should call her 'Grandmaster Uncles'."

True Master Yu Ding's tone was filled with endless respect.

He paused, his expression turned encouraging.

"Of course, once you've advanced in cultivation and achieved the indestructible Daluo Golden Immortal Dao Fruit, you will be qualified to converse with her as equals."

"By then, addressing her as 'Daoist' would also be appropriate."

"Remember, in our Primordial True Realm, when out in the world, identity and status ultimately come from oneself."

True Master Yu Ding patted Yang Jian's head and continued.

"If you have the ability, you could even reverse time and travel to Before the Beginning to reinvent your origin."

"At that point, changing your identity would be quite simple."

These words were too profound, too distant for young Yang Jian.

He listened with bewilderment and didn't quite understand.

True Master Yu Ding saw this and smiled, refraining from explaining further.

Some principles will only become clear once he truly embarks on his cultivation journey and experiences them firsthand.

"Anyway, since we mentioned the Mystic Sect today, I will explain its origins to you."

True Master Yu Ding collected his smile, his expression becoming solemn and earnest.

He advised, "Remember well every Immortal of the Mystic Sect and every Great Power I mention. Do not forget even a single name."

"Especially before you attain enlightenment and possess a means to protect yourself, these names and identities can be your most solid support."

"Later on, should you face life-and-death crises during your adventures, try to call upon their names; you might find a chance for survival and assistance."

Little Yang Jian sensed the seriousness in his master's tone and immediately straightened his small waist, nodding firmly.

"Master, I understand. I will remember everything!"

Then, True Master Yu Ding began systematically explaining to Yang Jian what Mystic Sect is.

He focused on his own Chan Sect and spoke of the awe-inspiring Master Yuanshi Tianzun residing at the Kunlun Mountain Yuxu Palace.

With True Master Yu Ding's narration, the image of the mighty Great Sect unfolded like a magnificent painting before Yang Jian's eyes.

For the first time, he realized that his sect had such profound and terrifying heritage.

The confusion and fear in his heart were completely dispelled by the strong sense of belonging.

Replacing them was unprecedented determination and confidence.

He clenched his little fist.

A flame named "hope" burned brightly in the depths of his eyes.

"I must strive to cultivate!"

"I must become strong like Master!"

"I must personally split Taoshan and rescue my mother!"

Seven-year-old Yang Jian made his vow in his heart.

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In the days that followed, True Master Yu Ding did not immediately start teaching Yang Jian Daoist techniques.

Instead, he took the child, who had just gone through the pain of family separation, on a journey around the entire Yuquan Mountain.

Together, they watched the sunrise seas of clouds, observed cascading waterfalls, and listened to pine waves and bird calls.

True Master Yu Ding soothed Yang Jian's wounded heart in the gentlest and most silent way.

Only when the shadow on Yang Jian's face completely dispersed and his childish smile returned did True Master Yu Ding feel the time was ripe.

On this day, he spoke solemnly to Yang Jian, "Disciple, today I will take you to see our ancestor."

Upon hearing this, Yang Jian's small face immediately turned serious, and he solemnly nodded.