Chapter 1347: 1002: Senior Brother Emerges from Seclusion

Jiang Yuan remembered clearly, when his first disciple, Wan Mingchuan, entered the Time Pavilion within the Secret Realm, he had already used an Upgrade Card to promote him to the Heartbeat Realm First Layer without the need for Tribulation Crossing. Then, after various adventures and encounters in the Secret Realm, he formally stepped into the pavilion in search of the Key, already a Heartbeat Realm Third Layer cultivator.

But at this moment, his Realm was actually dropping rapidly!

Heartbeat First Layer, Fusion Ninth Layer, Seventh Layer...

Every few seconds, he dropped a level, until Foundation Establishment, Qi Refining, finally becoming a blank slate, turning into a mortal without cultivation!

"How could this happen? Cultivation instantly reset to zero? Could it be something went wrong in the Time Pavilion?" Jiang Yuan was a bit anxious, unable to figure out the situation, but ever since Wan Mingchuan entered the pavilion, the Summoning button had turned gray.

Luckily, both the health bar and the Mana Bar remained stable, showing no threat to life.

Even if there was, it would just mean using a Resurrection Talisman, not a big issue. The biggest problem is how to comfort the usually competitive first disciple now that a Tier One Cultivator suddenly lost his cultivation?

Or, when the time comes, let him die once, replace it with Top Grade Dual Spirit Roots, and start anew?

After pondering for a moment, Jiang Yuan thought that with his first disciple being a Heaven’s chosen child, even temporary difficulties are for a better ascent in the future, so he casually said: "Anyway, your Master has your back, disciple fearlessly venture!"

Meanwhile, far away in a Secret Realm on Yingtian Star, inside the grand and ancient Time Pavilion, Wan Mingchuan stood lost in front of a misty fog.

He no longer remembered the many ups and downs experienced while climbing the peak.

The long years passed leisurely, he couldn’t even recall his age, was it a thousand or two thousand? Continuous friendships with heroes from all walks of life, frequent farewells, some died in battle, some retired while the tide was high, others found better fortunes leaving him behind.

Only the loyal servant, Wanli, who stayed by his side, never left.

"My lord, what brings you to this cliff’s edge every day?" The tall and robust Wanli transformed into human form, his sharp features radiating an aura of nobility, dressed in deep blue clothing with a Jade Crown atop his head.

He respectfully bowed and said, "The Celestial Sword Sect you founded has become the leader of all sects; the demonic turmoils of thousands of years were finally quelled under your leadership; heavenly prodigies admired and envied by all, are all your disciples and grand-disciple.

Now the era of peace is just beginning, as the ancestor of the Celestial Sword Sect, you should be worshipped by trillions of sentient beings under heaven. The celebration has started three days ago, yet you don’t go to receive the honors, standing alone at the edge of the cliff, is there something still weighing on your mind?"

In his ears, the distant commotion from the direction of the sect could be faintly heard, Wan Mingchuan came back to his senses, looking at his loyal retainer, he asked in return: "Wanli, don’t you feel like we’ve forgotten something? Something... very important."

"Does my lord refer to any oversight regarding the invites to the current celebration?" Wanli guessed, meticulously reviewing the sect’s recent entanglements but shook his head: "No omissions, even the minor sects with shallow ties were catered to."

In front of him, the cliff’s mist was thick, upon turning around, Wan Mingchuan could see the numerous grand and magnificent palaces like an illustrated Celestial Palace, where each inner sect disciple was a dragon among men, like an Immortal dwelling in the mortal realm.

The splendor of this grand era dazzled the eyes.

He gazed from afar, memories of creating this sect from scratch flicked across his mind, and a faint smile appeared on his face as he nodded: "I was overthinking it.

Perhaps with the recent busyness, even my body, long accustomed to fasting and sleeplessness from years of cultivation, had begun to long for the warmth of the bed. I lay down and had a sleep last night, vaguely remembering a dream, upon waking, I was in a daze, feeling as if I had forgotten something."

"My lord created the Celestial Sword Sect alone and vanquished devils and demons, exhausting yourself indeed." Wanli laughed and said: "Once the festival ends and the worldly turmoil settles, you shall have your leisure."

About to follow him back to the sect, Wan Mingchuan suddenly turned his head and looked at the layers of mist, his steps halted as his brows knitted: "Wanli, do you remember what we initially came here for?"

The other nodded in agreement: "Naturally to enhance our cultivation and eradicate all injustice in this world. You have already achieved this, and looking back over the hundreds and thousands of years, who in the world does not know your past with just you and a sword from obscurity to glory?"

No! Wrong!

Wan Mingchuan faintly felt something was amiss, but with all his past memories so vivid, what exactly was wrong?

He looked at his familiar retainer but couldn’t recall when they first met, so he asked again: "Wanli, why have you always followed me? Do you remember how we met?"

The sudden inquiry left Wanli stunned, muttering: "It’s been too long, I can’t remember immediately. Maybe because my lord saved my life, but..."

But when and what happened that is now forgotten?

"Why did we come here?" Wan Mingchuan seemed to be inquiring while also talking to himself.

"Cultivation, ascending realms, reaching the peak!"

"And then?"

"And then naturally Ascension to Immortality, benefiting all beings!"

Hearing this, Wan Mingchuan’s eyes suddenly widened, "No, that’s not right, I never aspired for Ascension to Immortality. I gave my all to grow stronger, to repay my master’s kindness."

Wanli was even more bewildered, "My lord must be speaking nonsense, where is this master from? From start to finish, my lord has been alone wielding the sword against all odds..."

Before he finished speaking, Wan Mingchuan interrupted: "We forgot the past. Wanli, think carefully, it was a long, long time ago, before we created the Celestial Sword Sect, before I became famous.