Xuan Luo stood there calmly, but he struggled inside. He understood that this was the dissatisfaction of the ancient Taoist great heavenly priest with him, so he wanted to wait outside.

He even understood that the source of dissatisfaction was because his disciple Wang Lin had the cultivation and origin of the immortal clan!

The Great Heavenly Lord of the Ancient Dao is a person who upholds the tradition. He cares about the descendants of the ancient ancestors, the ancient emperors of all dynasties, and the soul blood of the immortal ancestors!

But he obviously could not allow it. If such a person with soul and blood still had the aura of the immortals in his body.

Wang Lin's body trembled. After three days, the sound of the bell came into his mind and turned into a shocking roar. He wanted to erase his cultivation and his origin.

"Whether the power of the ancient clan or the cultivation of the immortal clan, I, Wang Lin, have worked hard to cultivate this life. This is the power of my cultivation. Once I lose it, if I only have the power of the ancient clan, I will never allow it!" Wang Lin's eyes were red, and he was extremely determined. He always struggled in the sound of the bell!

The power of the immortal clan in his body was constantly rushing to blow away the bell that was coming into his mind.

As Wang Lin's body trembled violently, Xuan Luo's eyes flashed. He turned around suddenly, and when he raised his right hand, he was about to help Wang Lin resist the bell sound. After all, Wang Lin was his disciple!

But just as Xuan Luo turned around, the door of the tower opened again, and the young man walked out in one step.

"Xuanluo Great Heavenly Lord, the ancient Lord summoned him."

Xuan Luo paused and was silent for a long time. After still tilting his right hand between Wang Lin's eyebrows, he turned around and walked into the high tower. The young man glanced at Wang Lin with great meaning, retreated and entered the tower, and the door closed.

The power of Xuanluo's finger suddenly made Wang Lin's mind roar violently, and a breath that made him feel warm pour into his body. It did not suppress his cultivation, but instead fought against the power contained in the bell.

In this way, Wang Lin's cultivation and origin seemed to be eased, and he quickly condensed and suddenly started to move. As the power of Xuan Luo's finger cancelled out with the sound of the bell, I don't know how long it took, but after gradually dissipating, Wang Lin's cultivation and origin quickly rotated, and the moment he flowed through his whole body, the bells on the iron chains around the tower shook again in the windless wind, and the sound continued to flow into Wang Lin's mind like waves.

Another round of confrontation with Wang Lin's cultivation and origin.

Wang Lin spitted out a mouthful of blood, shook his body, and took a few steps back, retreating from the top of the mountain to the steps.

"Scatter the cultivation of the immortal clan, erase the power of the original, forget the memories of the past, and awaken the inheritance of the bloodline... From now on, I will give you the guardian of the ancient Dao lineage and achieve the power of the Great Heavenly Lord!" A cold and vicissitudes of words rose slowly from the sound of the bell in Wang Lin's mind.

Wang Lin looked up suddenly.

His eyes were filled with bloodshots, and his cultivation in his body was circulating violently. In conjunction with the power of the ancient clan, he reached the peak of his current combat power in an instant.

"My body does not have the cultivation of the immortal clan. Some are my own power of Wang Lin for more than 3,000 years! Why do you let me disperse!" Wang Lin growled, and the sound of bells in his body roared. When he collided with Wang Lin's cultivation, blood spurted out from his mouth again, and his body kept retreating backwards, as if a force of pushing came, pushing Wang Lin out of hundreds of steps in a row, causing him to stand on the hillside of this ancient road mountain.

"My origin is the precipitation of my life, carrying my destiny and struggle in this life. Why do you let me disperse!" Wang Lin raised his head, his eyes were bloodshot, and he let out a roar of life towards the tower on the top of the mountain.

In this roar, Wang Lin spitted out a third mouthful of blood. His body shook, and the bell roared and bombarded the body. He retreated again. This time, he retreated to the foot of the mountain. Behind him, there were only nineteenth steps!

"My memory is heavier than cultivation, heavier than the origin, heavier than my bloodline inheritance, heavier than the power of the Great Heavenly Lord you gave me!! I live for memory all my life, why do you let me forget it?!" Wang Lin let out his strongest roar, and the power of the bell in his body swept violently, as if it exploded in his body.

Wang Lin spitted out the fourth mouthful of blood, and his steps retreated and retreated eighteen steps in a row. On the last step, Wang Lin stepped on his right foot and a bang sound came from his body, and he forced himself to stop there.

As he looked up, his eyes were red and his expression was ferocious, but the power of the bell in his body was completely suppressed by him at this moment. Without the existence of the power of the bell, Wang Lin's cultivation exploded, and in this explosion, his hair suddenly appeared half-black and half-white. Behind him, there was a contour of the sun of the Great Heavenly Lord, which turned out to be transformed!

The sun of the Great Heavenly Lord is also half black and half white, emitting a strange light behind Wang Lin, making Wang Lin show his strongest power, comparable to the power of the Great Heavenly Lord!

The sky above the ancient road mountain changed in the moment Wang Lin's sun, the wind and clouds changed!

"If you can step over 300 stone steps in the ancient road mountain, you will forgive you for your disrespect!" The cold and vicissitudes of voice came from the tower on the top of the mountain, echoing the heaven and earth.

On the top of the tower, there was a figure covered in fog sitting cross-legged. In front of him was Xuanluo.

"Senior Ancient Road..." Xuan Luo looked anxious.

"I don't agree with you disciple!" A cold voice came from the figure covered by the fog.

"But since he is brought by you, if I can walk up to the three hundred steps, I can let you take him away. However, I will not take action to awaken the blood in his body.

As for the person who guards the ancient Taoist lineage... since you chose him, it would be him. However, from now on, he cannot leave the ancient clan, otherwise I will take action." The figure in the fog said coldly and there was no emotion at all.

Xuan Luo looked bitter. He brought Wang Lin here with good intentions, but he didn't expect that the Great Heavenly Lord of the Ancient Dao would say such words. In silence, he showed decisive eyes and bowed to the figure in the fog.

"He needs to stay if he can't pass the three hundred levels." The figure in the fog spoke slowly.

Xuan Luo was silent.

On the steps down the ancient road mountain, Wang Lin stood there, looking at the top of the mountain. He knew that his master was there, perhaps looking at him.

"Wang Lin, use your strongest cultivation to go through the three hundred levels! Let the ancient Taoist Master see if my disciple of Xuan Luo has this ability!" Xuan Luo's voice came from the top of the mountain, containing anger.

This is Xuan Luo's anger. His words were spoken on the top of the tower, and he did not care about the figure of the ancient road's Great Heavenly Lord in the fog.

"I brought him out of the cave world, I brought him here, I must take him away unless I die!" After Xuan Luo said that, he turned around and looked at the figure in the fog, and spoke word by word. His waist had already stood up straight and he never went to worship again.

The figure in the fog had no opening, and there was silence inside the top floor of the tower.

Xuan Luo had a special emotion for Wang Lin. He watched Wang Lin struggle in the cave world, his perseverance and decisiveness, and even saw Wang Lin’s true feelings for the woman named Wan'er.

Xuanluo couldn't forget it. In the cave world, he saw Wang Lin's tears and his longing for his wife.

This made him think of himself and his past. Even the scenes of Wang Lin in the Immortal Clan made Xuan Luo seem to see his own shadow, and over his long years, he seemed to overlap with Wang Lin.

Wang Lin stood on the first step at the foot of the ancient road mountain, and his master's words echoed in his ears. His eyes suddenly showed decisiveness. He was not happy with this ancient road mountain, and he never respected the ancient road heavenly emperor again!

"The things in this world are the fate of the strong man control the weak... The ancient Taoist cultivation is so high that he is the best person in the entire immortal aura, so he can impose it on me... But one day, if I, Wang Lin, are stronger than the ancient Taoist, I will be the sky!" Wang Lin's eyes flashed, and the outline of the sun of the Great Heavenly Lord behind him emitted thousands of feet of light. The lights merged into Wang Lin's body, making Wang Lin's figure look taller.

He suddenly raised his footsteps and took one step towards the steps!

This step was Wang Lin’s first resistance in this ancient clan! It was the first sound he made against the ancient clan in this ancient clan, and the first crack he never existed in the ancient clan!

He had already planned to stay with the ancient clan leader, and was grateful to the master's kindness, endured the kneeling words of the ancient emperor, and endured the helplessness of not adapting to the imperial power here.

But now, even if he continues to endure it, he and the ancient clan have this indelible crack. Perhaps if nothing else comes, this crack will slowly heal in the relationship between his master Xuan Luo...

but……

This opportunity happened at this moment in a royal event in the ancient imperial city of Dao, and it completely disappeared!!

In the Daogu Imperial City, within the palace, the Daogu Imperial Palace sat in the side hall, with eyes wide open and closed, looking ahead. In front of him, there were three old men in purple, kneeling there with excitement.

"Your Majesty, we have been merging the remnant soul with countless women over the past few hundred years, but none of them have succeeded. Those selected women cannot merge with this soul. They will have great repulsion and will not have the effect of nourishing this soul.

But now, there is a woman who has successfully merged her soul!!" The old man who spoke, his voice was excited. They had been secretly doing this for hundreds of years. At this moment, what was waiting for him must be a great reward!

"Where does the successful person come from and what is his name?" The ancient emperor seemed to have a calm expression, but he felt a faint expectation in his heart. He could not forget the words of the national master back then. This residual soul could make him the real ancient emperor who unified the ancient clan in the ages!!

"From the ancient lineage, named Song Zhi!!" Among the three old men kneeling there, another old spoke quickly.
Chapter completed!