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Chapter 828: Chapter One Hundred Twenty-Two: Legacy

Looking at the scroll in his hand, Chen Menglu was deeply shaken. He had always been searching for a way to break through to the King Realm using the Four Imperial Spirit Seals, single-mindedly wanting to break free from constraints.

This idea wasn’t wrong, but ultimately it showed a lack of vision, because in his view, he himself was the only practitioner of the Four Imperial Spirit Seals, the true heir of the Four Imperial Spirit Realms.

To break through was simply to extend the life of a civilization that had already perished for a few hundred years and find a suitable opportunity to die, proclaiming to the world the brilliance of the Four Imperial Spirit Seals.

However, that was nothing more than lingering on with one last breath. Although Chen Menglu kept avoiding this outcome in his mind, he was acutely aware that this was exactly what he was doing.

Deep down, he knew the ideology of the Four Imperial Spirit Seals was wrong, but due to inheritance and civilization, he never dared to step out of line, pushing himself into a corner.

Yet, the thin piece of paper before him was about to pierce through all of this, forcing him to face his True Heart. But after modification, would the Four Imperial Spirit Seals still be the Four Imperial Spirit Seals?

Chen Menglu was doubtful, and he couldn’t help but turn his pleading gaze toward Tang Luo.

The latter looked at the Grandmaster’s helpless eyes and sighed, “Youngster, there was a concept in my homeland that I’d like to share with the Grandmaster for reference. Nothing is meant to exist forever. Anything that existed in the past will ultimately disappear into the future. The only thing that is eternal is the thread that stretches from the past’s past to the present and continues to extend into the future. This thread is the eternal inheritance.”

any civilization that reaches a peak signifies the start of its decline, and it’s not at

inheritance on the brink of extinction. But to me, it is the starting point where everything awaits revival. Predecessor, you are not just the last heir of the Four Imperial

needs to first ensure its survival and thriving existence, otherwise, no matter how brilliant, it’s just a symbol in memory. So, do you want to continue chasing after the illusory King Realm to show others the brilliance of the Four Imperial Spirit Seals, or do you want to reopen a realm and restore the inheritance of the Four Imperial Spirit

seems only those who have reached the King Realm are qualified to proclaim teachings to the world from the

so-called strong individuals were simply those who toiled day and night to strengthen their bodies. From today’s perspective, those people weren’t even equivalent to mundane warriors, but without those early sages who might

on one hand he was a bearer of an ancient civilization, while on the other, he had seen the dazzling martial arts of the present from Martial Saint Mountain. To chase the advanced with the outdated was an impossible task,

most ordinary people, achieving the level of a Grandmaster was already the ultimate realm beyond their reach. Setting such a high

Chen Menglu’s realm, he could completely establish his own school as a

Four Imperial Spirit Realms was how to revive the legacy of the Four Imperial

to Tang Luo’s philosophy, Chen Menglu was deeply shocked and sighed, “Unexpectedly, even with my self-proclaimed exceptional talent, I view problems less clearly than a youth, and thus deservedly stagnated within these troubled walls for decades

to losing their composure. With no other choice, Tang Luo could only give

to find a spiritual mountain and blessed land, then take it for ourselves. I believe the information

to use the spiritual veins as the pivot for the formation and the domain as the boundary, to transform this blessed land and heavenly grotto into a

and girls in this world. The mere appearance of a Grandmaster who relieves suffering and hardship, without saying a word, would make hoards of people cry