Su Changqing is darkness, yet he saved the continent’s Taoist platform.
They are justice, yet they pointed their blades at Su Changqing.
What is right? What is wrong?
When considering from a different perspective, when they themselves are in the position of the victim.
It seems that the world’s rules about right and wrong... are not important.
"The opinions of the world do not matter, so-called right and wrong are merely differences in stance."
Su Changqing looked at the people below, and said:
"Whether it’s right or wrong, black or white, what’s important is to be true to one’s heart."
The world fell silent.
Even those strong figures hidden in the shadows appeared contemplative, a realization flickering in their eyes.
Su Changqing hasn’t been here long, yet he taught them two very important lessons.
The first lesson, making everyone understand what courage truly is.
The second lesson, how to genuinely distinguish right from wrong.
These two things seem simple, but within the Taoist teachings, even Xuan Yan couldn’t change them.
Only this unique sword, Su Changqing, can truly cut down the hidden dangers in Taoism.
No one noticed.
At this moment on the cliff, Xuan Yan solemnly bowed towards Su Changqing’s direction.
Not far from Su Changqing, Ling Xuzi bowed deeply in respect.
Only they understood how crucial Su Changqing’s grace today is to the future change of Taoism!
"Let them think more, Chang Qing, follow me."
Ling Xuzi smiled and spoke, leading Su Changqing into the depths of the Profound Pure Sect.
Just as they were about to leave the place.
Pale-faced, and still recovering from great injuries, Ling Xuzi hurriedly arrived upon hearing the news.
Seeing the departing Su Changqing and the silent disciples, he couldn’t help but be momentarily stunned.
"Have you figured it out?"
Upon seeing Ling Xuzi, Su Changqing asked with a smile.
Ling Xuzi’s expression grew solemn upon hearing this, without speaking a word, he bowed deeply in salute.
"Hahaha, we’re leaving."
Seeing this, Su Changqing merely laughed and brushed past Ling Xuzi.
He didn’t need anyone’s gratitude.
Just as he understood on the platform before, as long as one has a clear conscience, that’s enough.
Ling Xuzi watched Su Changqing’s departing figure, with gratitude and complexity in his expression.
In the end, only a whisper remained, carried away by the wind.
"Thank you... Vice Sect Leader!"
...
In a pavilion.
Su Changqing and Ling Xuzi sat facing each other, two cups of clear tea.
"The old maladies of Taoism have persisted for a long time, today Chang Qing’s actions have greatly helped Taoism."
Ling Xuzi lamented.
"Just consider it repaying you for that divination of yours years ago."
Su Changqing chuckled indifferently, and took a sip of tea.
Ling Xuzi fell silent with a smile upon hearing this.
He looked at Su Changqing in front of him, feeling somewhat emotional.
Although their separation wasn’t long, Su Changqing now, compared to before, had matured significantly.
Whether in cultivation, realm, combat ability, or in dealing with people, embodying a gracious demeanor.
He had already transformed from the youthful lad who left Cyan Mountain Village into a master who could oversee a major sect.
Yet similarly, the young man brimful of anticipation for the martial world had gradually been left on the path out of Cyan Mountain Village.
"Till now, in your cultivation journey, have you ever regretted it?"
Ling Xuzi asked with a complicated gaze.
Su Changqing said nothing, but he understood.
The kind-hearted Su Changqing found himself standing opposite to the world.
This process... was not pleasant.
"Regret... perhaps I do."
Su Changqing gazed into the horizon, with a smile in his eyes filled with memories:
"I haven’t gone back to visit my mother in a long time."
"And I had promised Buke that I would find her, but now..."
Su Changqing opened his mouth but didn’t continue, his expression somewhat forlorn.
In front of close friends, he finally laid down his strong facade.
Enemies everywhere, these were merely four words.
But no one could feel the immense pressure on Su Changqing.
He wanted to go see his mother, yet he was entangled in affairs, unable to help himself.
He wanted to see Buke, but feared bringing trouble to her, so he suppressed his longing.
The whole journey of cultivation, though not long in time, left Su Changqing’s heart very weary.
So much so that now, even if he wanted to stop, he found it impossible.
What Xuan Qingzi asked, is whether he regretted...
Thinking back to the carefree days of youth, laughing and playing in Cyan Mountain Village, Su Changqing’s eyes revealed a smile of reminiscence.
He still remembered, his initial goal was merely to become an outer disciple of Little Immortal Sect.
"Don’t be discouraged, everything will pass."
Xuan Qingzi couldn’t find words of comfort, and could only sigh lightly.
"Of course."
Su Changqing smiled as he heard this, his eyes soaked with a confident sparkle,
"As long as I am strong enough, I can tear apart all shackles!"
"That day...is not far away!"
Xuan Qingzi laughed heartily at his determination, "I will help you!"
...
Su Changqing and Xuan Qingzi talked for a long time, using tea as they would wine.
Only after deep into the night did Xuan Qingzi rise to bid farewell.
He looked at Su Changqing and smiled: "I always said I’d teach you the Dao techniques, yet never had the chance."
"Now that you’ve arrived at Profound Pure Sect, whatever techniques you wish to cultivate, feel free to peruse them."
With that, he waved his sleeve, and inside the elegant pavilion a path unfolded.
Within that path, an enormously grand library appeared.
Inside are records of everything, from Divine Secret Techniques to martial arts styles, all the way to the legacies recorded since the Daoist inheritance.
To Su Changqing, Xuan Qingzi, or Xuan Yan, there was no reservation.
Not to mention Su Changqing’s kindness to Daoism.
Just saying his identity as Vice Sect Leader of Profound Pure Sect already grants him all these privileges.
"The Domain Master spoke to me about it, that you came to borrow the Emperor’s Weapon to integrate the power of Time."
Xuan Qingzi pondered for a moment and said: "This matter is somewhat troublesome."
"Wait here for a few days, I’ll come and fetch you then."
Su Changqing was unaware of the difficulty in integrating the power of Time, thinking borrowing the Emperor’s Weapon would suffice.
Yet little did he know, this power of Time is a supreme Law in this world.
How could it be easily borrowed, and then possessed by anyone?
If Su Changqing truly wished to gain the power of Time, what he needed was the Source of Law within the Emperor’s Weapon!
Only by devouring that Source of Law would he be able to birth the power of Time within himself.
This would, however, greatly weaken the Daoist Emperor’s Weapon.
Speaking up to this point, one couldn’t help but mention the uniqueness of the Daoist Emperor’s Weapon.
The Daoist Emperor’s Weapon is a nine-layered Glazed Tower.
This tower stands a thousand meters high, within it the flow of time can be controlled, it is Daoism’s supreme treasure!
It is precisely with this item that Daoism has thrived for thousands of years and remains strong.
Cultivating within the tower that changes the flow of time, Daoist disciples can quickly pass through the initial stages of cultivation.
The Glazed Tower has nine layers, with time more altered as one ascends.
Though after reaching the Divine Skill Realm, the tower’s usefulness nearly dissipates.
But for the sect, the foundation and quantity of the new generation are what truly matters!
Once the time-altering ability of the Glazed Tower is lost.
Then in the future, cultivation for new disciples of Profound Pure Sect and Daoism will consume a great amount of time.
Su Changqing’s appointment as Vice Sect Leader was indeed difficult, but with Xuan Yan’s support and suppression, it could be promoted.
However, to devour the Source of Law of the Glazed Tower...
This matter is incredibly difficult, extremely difficult!
Even for Xuan Yan in the seat of honor, persuading everyone would be necessary.
"Alright, I will wait here for your news."
Su Changqing, unaware of the hurdles, nodded with a smile.
Xuan Qingzi did not say much more, just greeted him before turning to leave.
"It’s merely borrowing the Emperor’s Weapon, with seniority and divination, it shouldn’t be too hard."
Su Changqing wasn’t worried, instead, he placed his gaze deep within the elegant pavilion, upon the immense library.
He had always harbored a doubt in his heart.
Everyone in Daoism said, even though many of Daoist Venerable’s legacies remain.
The true defying legacy, the Great Divine Skill, had long been lost.
On this point, he had also inquired with Xuan Yan and Xuan Qingzi, both confirmed the same.
While the Daoist legacy is strong, its ultimate divine techniques or legacies cannot compare to the might recorded in the records of the Ancient Great Emperor Daoist Venerable.
Yet on this point, Su Changqing held a skeptical attitude.
Because he had seen the Daoist Venerable!
He still remembered clearly the words the other had spoken back then.
"The many Dao techniques I’ve created in my lifetime, the essence is entirely left within Daoism..."
"Most of them were created based on the dual paths of time and space, they are greatly beneficial for comprehending the Space-Time Law..."
"Consider it a token of gratitude to my fellow Daoists..."
The words of the Daoist Venerable echoed in his mind as Su Changqing set his gaze on that colossal library.
He stepped inside with bright eyes and whispered to himself,
"Perhaps... the legacy is hidden here, not lost at all!"