Chapter 15: Huo Sang Daoren

"Don't ask more."

Returning to the Thousand Years Palace, Li Xianzhi didn't answer the two's questions. Because a very important thing had been forgotten by him. 【15-3

"I didn't expect this old fellow to still be alive." During the battle at Zhenshen Pass back then, Li Shentong unfortunately fell, and Li Xianzhi thought that Huo Sang Daoren, who had always followed Li Shentong, had also fallen.

During his youth, Li Shentong was unremarkable, even saying he had no highlights. It wasn't until Li Shentong picked up a ring that Li Shentong's fate was completely changed.

And Huo Sang Daoren was a spirit body hidden in that ring.

As for the origin of this Huo Sang Daoren, Li Shentong was not clear; anyway, Huo Sang Daoren had always taught Li Shentong in the name of a master.

Huo Sang Daoren not only taught Li Shentong cultivation but also provided Li Shentong with an observation divine object that all cultivators dream of.

The Fire Mulberry Flower blooms.

The Supernatural is invincible.

That refers to Li Shentong's life-bound observation object, the Fire Mulberry Tree.

"Old fellow, long time no see."

In the spirit space, in front of the Ren Zu Ci. Li Xianzhi looks smilingly at Huo Sang Daoren, who is sitting in meditation with his eyes closed.

On the fiery red Daoist robe, a Fire Mulberry tree leaf makes Huo Sang Daoren look very mysterious.

"Who exactly are you?" For a thousand years, Huo Sang Daoren had always thought that his good disciple, who was unparalleled in spirit, had fallen.

In fact, his disciple had indeed died. For these thousand years, Huo Sang Daoren had been staying in that desolate spirit space, day after day accompanying Li Shentong's shell.

And now his disciple is alive.

Standing in front of Huo Sang Daoren without any warning? Is it possession, is it parasitism? Huo Sang Daoren feels that none of this is the case.

"So who exactly are you?"

"Can't you just treat me as your disciple?" Li Xianzhi really doesn't know how to answer Huo Sang Daoren's words.

He is who he is.

Li Xianzhi is Li Shentong, but Li Shentong is not Li Xianzhi. How is an outsider supposed to understand this?

"It seems everything is destined; it was my obsession." Huo Sang Daoren laughs at himself. Just a moment ago, he had even thought about using his final strength to kill Li Xianzhi.

"Do one thing for me; this is my final wish." Huo Sang Daoren did not cultivate Li Shentong with all his heart for no reason, but wanted Li Shentong to do something for him. A matter that had troubled him for an eon.

"What matter?" Li Xianzhi does not refuse; after all, the old man in front of him is truly his teacher in a sense. A lifetime of companionship, various causes and conditions intertwined in his heart, he cannot bear to refuse. Moreover, Li Xianzhi also wants to know the origin of Huo Sang Daoren.

The Ren Zu Ci is very mysterious; according to the nature of the Ren Zu Ci, it would never let such a person witness its existence.

Huo Sang Daoren does not answer directly, but points to the Fire Mulberry Tree standing on the periphery of the Ren Zu Ci and looks at it again and again.

Li Xianzhi has merged with Li Shentong's physical body, so this Fire Mulberry Tree has naturally become Li Xianzhi's life-bound observation divine object.

However, the Ren Zu Ci is quite overbearing.

Although the Fire Mulberry Divine Tree is miraculous, it can only stand around the Ren Zu Ci, as if it is worshipping.

"A very miraculous divine shrine; at least I cannot see through the origin of this object." Huo Sang Daoren evaluates the Ren Zu Ci, then does not look at the Ren Zu Ci again, but walks to the Fire Mulberry Tree, obsessively touching the trunk of the Fire Mulberry Tree.

"This was once my life-bound divine object." Huo Sang Daoren's words seem a bit lonely. "But now it is yours."

"Do you see anything different about this Fire Mulberry Tree now?" Huo Sang Daoren suddenly asks Li Xianzhi another question out of the blue.

Li Xianzhi does not answer immediately. Instead, he carefully examines this Fire Mulberry Divine Tree that he has taken control of.

"The leaves have fallen a bit, the roots have rotted a bit." Li Xianzhi seems to only be able to observe these superficial things.

Actually, Li Xianzhi has sensed the existence of some things, but he does not know if it is what Huo Sang Daoren's question is pointing to.

"Not bad. Everything you said is correct." A smile appears on Huo Sang Daoren's face, and then he says: "The thing I want you to do is about this Fire Mulberry Tree. Once, this tree faced a difficult choice, and I don't know if that choice was right or wrong. This question has troubled me for a lifetime and made me suffer for a lifetime. I will use great magic power to send you to that era, let you become me, then make a choice for me, and then tell me your result."

"Just this?" Li Xianzhi is a bit confused. Having lived for countless eons, Li Xianzhi really does not understand why people have so many obsessions, always brooding over one thing, to the point of living a lifetime in pain.

Little Li Zi is like this, and this mysterious-looking Huo Sang Daoren is also like this.

"It's not that I don't want to help you, but you can't do it." Li Xianzhi cannot promise Huo Sang Daoren. If he were asked to kill someone, or obliterate a Heavenly Dao or a great sect's orthodoxy, Li Xianzhi would be very happy to help Huo Sang Daoren.

But using the method of time reversal to send a wisp of his spirit to the upstream of time, Huo Sang Daoren is afraid he cannot do it. And his current body has an upper limit for carrying magic power, so he probably cannot help him either. Besides, such time anchors existing in the minds of living people are difficult for outsiders to anchor.

"Oh, is that so?" Huo Sang Daoren is a bit dismissive. Could his disciple have underestimated him? With mere True God cultivation, even if there is some power blessing, how strong can he be?

As a First-Tier God King, he cannot send a wisp of his spirit to the future? Truly naive.

"Let me show you what power is." Huo Sang Daoren looks at Li Xianzhi and smiles confidently.

Only to see the divine light of the cave heaven in Huo Sang Daoren's hand rise, condensing into a long rainbow spanning time and space; that rainbow crosses a bridge in the void, connecting with a future scene in Huo Sang Daoren's mind.

"Differentiate a wisp of spirit and walk up." Huo Sang Daoren urges Li Xianzhi.

"Hehe." Li Xianzhi smiles without a word.

Li Xianzhi certainly knows this kind of cave heaven divine light; it is the exclusive supernatural ability of a God King. In a previous life, Li Xianzhi was also very proficient in this method, and once, Li Xianzhi even sent the people of an entire world into a time gap in the past to avoid a very terrifying disaster.

This supernatural ability has a disadvantage. That is, the stronger the spirit strength of the person walking on this bridge, the greater the pressure on this bridge.

Calculated by Li Xianzhi's spirit strength, let alone a rookie like Huo Sang Daoren at the God King level, even if he were a God Emperor, it would be in vain.

The Great Dao has laws.

The strong do not enter the past or future, only exist in the present. This is a very terrifying rule, and also a relatively fair rule.

Crack.

A wisp of Li Xianzhi's split soul calmly steps onto that rainbow bridge.

Unlike what Li Xianzhi expected.

The bridge broke...

Huo Sang Daoren spits out a mouthful of old blood and looks at Li Xianzhi nervously.

"Who exactly are you?"