All Heavenly destiny reduced to ashes
Chapter 850 - 166: Lord of the Inheriting Heaven (14k words, long - , seeking monthly pass)_7

Chapter 850: Chapter 166: Lord of the Inheriting Heaven (14k words, long Chapter, seeking monthly pass)_7

But at least it’s not the worst outcome. He let out a long breath and then blamed himself again, "If I had grasped the power of the Mirror Self earlier and perfected its use, Master wouldn’t have had to step in. I could have stopped Song Faqi, preventing him from launching his final blow!"

However, Nan Huaijing shook his head, "Gu Fei, don’t always take the responsibility on yourself. Some things are beyond your control."

"Indeed," Qi Hezheng and Qu Yan also spoke up, "If anyone’s to blame, it would be our fault for not running away. There’s no need for you to blame yourself."

Gu Fei nodded as he looked at Nan Huaijing. After hesitating for a moment, he still bowed his head and said, "Eldest Senior, I’m sorry... If it weren’t for my sudden impulse to go look at that smoke column..."

"Enough, Gu Fei."

Nan Huaijing’s face turned serious at this moment. He looked intently at this junior who was just as angry and determined as him, who, aside from possibly being slightly weaker due to age, was in no way inferior, and perhaps... had even greater talent.

The tall martial artist straightened his spine on the sickbed, "Actually, I’ve also thought that if we hadn’t encountered this matter and had just returned to the sect, no accidents would have happened."

"Assuming a worst-case scenario, when I saw the Heavenly Demon corpse at the core of the remains, I should’ve just backed down. Why did I have to confront the True Lord’s heir? Grab the spiritual objects and leave—they’d even owe us a favor, and there wouldn’t be ongoing conflicts between our sect and the Taiming Sect. Even the Great Demon Hunting wouldn’t be affected."

"But."

He recalled the sea of fire he saw when he was young, the anger, the despair, and the earnest pleas for someone to save him. The martial artist spoke, each word heavy and deliberate, "I am actually very grateful."

"I am grateful for encountering this matter, grateful I took action to avenge those who died unjustly, grateful for my anger, and grateful to have found brothers and sisters like you."

"Honestly, if sacrificing a bit of lifespan means encountering so many things I should do, I’d willingly pay even more."

"Don’t say anymore. The road ahead is long. If need be, I’ll go first and pave the way for you!"

"Alright!" Listening to this, Gu Fei’s blood also boiled. He took out a bottle of Spiritual Wine from the Great Void Magical Instrument and shared it with everyone, "Today is the day to celebrate Eldest Senior’s achievement of the Divine Repository. How can we not drink?"

Seeing the Spiritual Wine and smelling its fragrance, Nan Huaijing’s eyes lit up, and he laughed heartily, "Gu Fei, you know me well. Pour me a full cup!"

The wine went down the throat like burning fire, seeping into the heart.

Five youthful hearts burned brightly, making the mirror shine brightly, reflecting dazzling light.

Three thousand years later.

The flames still burn, but like a candle in the wind, a star in the mist, faintly flickering, about to extinguish.

Jinghuang Peak.

A long-sealed seclusion cave.

A skeletal figure. A figure that, apart from still resembling a human shape, lacked flesh and blood, only a skin bag and a head of white hair. It sat on a Jade Platform, eyes closed in meditation, life status unknown.

Time seemed to no longer exist. Even the dust settled on the ground, not rising at all, everything silent and still, as if death had already descended.

Until footsteps sounded, the sound of the door opening echoed through the cave.

The skeletal figure opened its eyes, looking at the leading figure who was also old and white-haired.

[Little... Gu...]

The Spiritual Fiend stirred the atmosphere, the skeleton unable to speak, thoughts slow from long stagnation, [You... came.]

"Eldest Senior, I have come!"

With mixed emotions, Chenyinzi opened the formation of the seclusion cave’s door and saw the figure.

They had experienced the rise and decline of the Bright Mirror Sect together.

They had changed past iron rules and orders together.

They had transformed many things once considered unchangeable and taken for granted.

They reformed the sect, instituting new laws, creating new inner and outer sect systems as well as True Transmission protocols. They reshaped the Bright Mirror Sect and even parts of the Five Sects alliance.

They had slain Heavenly Demons, dealt with True Lords’ vengeance, faced challenges from other Heaven’s Chosen True Transmissions, and vanquished Great Heavenly Demons, becoming True Lords themselves.

Those three thousand years were the most tumultuous and glorious in the Bright Mirror Sect’s history, their names symbols of that era, the golden age they created.

But... perhaps.

They changed far too little... They could only change the Bright Mirror Sect, a part of Dust Li, but not all of Dust Li nor the Northern Border, nor the entire world.

Constraints, shackles, insufficient power, or perhaps...

Not finding the [right] method.

Now, they were all old, skeletons in tombs, with little left they could do. Maybe it’s time to face it calmly and leave things to the younger generation.

Yet, at the very end... because of the sudden appearance of new hope, Chenyinzi still wanted to try once more.

To take one last gamble!

"Eldest Senior!"

Resolving all thoughts, Chenyinzi stepped forward, supporting the skeletal figure trying to stand, "Don’t move, just sit... I brought the juniors and disciples to see you!"

[Disciples...]

The skeletal figure murmured, [Is it Heguang’s disciple? Or Guangchen’s? Or perhaps Yangjing’s...]

Yangjing was An Jing’s uncle who had died during an expedition to the Northern Sea.

"It’s Guangchen’s."

Chenyinzi’s eyes darkened for a moment, the skeletal figure noticing, [Ah, sorry, I forgot... It’s the disciples, today is a joyous day, did you bring wine? Let’s have a drink.]