The Descent is a major event.

For ordinary people, it doesn't have much presence.

Business as usual—eat, drink, and train as needed.

Just like Wang Lin.

Countless summers and winters have passed, and with his cultivation already at the Nirvana Fourth Layer, he finally chose to leave seclusion.

"After all these years, I've practiced the Netherworld Ascension Scripture to its utmost extent. Just as my master is at home, it's a good time to ask for a new cultivation technique."

He bathed, changed into clean clothes, and shaved.

In front of the copper mirror, Wang Lin gazed at his beard that had grown over an inch long, his eyes showing a hint of uncertainty.

The blade glided across his chin, revealing a face no longer juvenile.

How long had he been in seclusion?

Exiting the courtyard, the surrounding guards greeted Wang Lin.

"Young Mountain Master."

"Has my master returned?"

"In response, Young Master, the Crown Prince is cultivating at the back mountain. If you need to visit, you can inquire with the Dark Guard in charge of protection."

"Understood."

Wang Lin nodded in acknowledgment and proceeded towards the Ziwei Main Peak.

Regarding his own master, Wang Lin had little impression.

One day in the world, a thousand years in the Grotto Heaven.

Wang Lin's experience might not be as exaggerated, yet he had spent about decades inside the little Grotto Heaven within that pearl. His impressions of Chen Zhixing remained from a few meetings in his youth.

Memorable, yet not deep.

However, Wang Lin was very clear of his identity, knowing that everything he achieved came from his master, Chen Zhixing. His appreciation for his master remained undiminished.

He climbed Ziwei Mountain slowly.

Upon reaching the back mountain, he greeted Snow Soul, who was guarding there. Shortly after, a somewhat unfamiliar youthful voice echoed from inside the cave.

"Come in."

Seeing this, Wang Lin nodded towards Snow Soul emerging from the cave and then stepped into the cave smiling.

"Master, Lin'er is here to see you."

"Hmm."

This was Wang Lin's first time stepping into the back mountain of Ziwei Mountain Main Peak, witnessing the expansive and profound foundation of the Ziwei Chen Family.

Though called a cave, it was practically akin to a Grotto Heaven.

No cliff barriers existed.

What awaited him was blue bricks, green tiles, white jade pillars, with the ceiling being stars transformed from Great Demon Pills, the streams beside flowing from Spirit Liquid, and the seen flowers and grass being thousand-year-old Spirit Medicine. A careful look would reveal various Great Demons lurking within the spirit medicine flowers...

Great Demons.

Few were in the Nirvana Realm; those at the Peak Realm were grazing.

On the distant high stage crouched one male and one female golden eagles, which Wang Lin believed should be known as golden-winged rocs.

That loach swimming in the Spirit Liquid even had four paws.

What was this?

A miniature primordial world?

With corner-eye glances at these worldly marvels, Wang Lin tempered his astonishment, continuing his journey in this 'cave'—which bore little difference from the exterior Main Peak.

After climbing stair paths for a full ten minutes, he finally arrived at the entrance of a Taoist Palace.

[Ziwei Star]

Three large silver frosted letters were engraved on a plaque in golden script, beneath which a Golden Star Wood Sect door lay ajar.

Wang Lin stopped there, bending his knees and bowing his body.

"Master, disciple Wang Lin pays respects."

The surroundings made Wang Lin, no longer a teen, instinctively want to imbue his actions with ceremony.

Soon, Chen Zhixing's slightly surprised voice emanated from within Ziwei Star.

"Hmm? Didn't I just tell you to come in?"

"Yes."

Wang Lin rose, pushed open the door, somewhat heavy even for him now, and saw inside the youth leaning on a lounge reading.

On the youth's shoulder lay a white snake as long as an arm, which gazed at Wang Lin briefly, flicked its tongue, making a hissing sound.

Seeing this, Wang Lin smiled slightly, bowed again.

"Master, disciple Wang Lin pays respects."

On the lounge, Chen Zhixing set down 'Lian Mountain', turning his head with a slight frown.

"Who taught you to do this? Let him receive thirty strokes later."

Wang Lin chuckled softly at this.

No one taught him protocol. He's been either eating or in seclusion over the years, sometimes being taken by his junior, Little Stone, to wander around Third Peak. The rest of the time was spent practicing the Netherworld Ascension Scripture, otherwise, he wouldn't be at this stage.

But was it necessary to tell the master?

Wang Lin thought it better to receive the thirty strokes himself at home later.

As Wang Lin reflected, Chen Zhixing's voice came again.

"Hmm, it's been a few years, you've grown taller. You're here to see me this time, is there something unresolved in your cultivation?"

"Nothing much, just that Lin'er has missed Master for a long time."

"Long time no see? Has it been a while?"

On the lounge, Chen Zhixing's voice seemed puzzled. After calculating briefly on his fingers, he gazed back at Wang Lin with an amused look.

"Has it already been forty years?"

"This....."

Wang Lin replied with a wry smile: "Answering Master, Lin'er indeed cultivated in that little Grotto Heaven for forty years. Now, having perfected the Netherworld Ascension Scripture, I've come to see Master, requesting the next cultivation technique."

"You are indeed a good talent for cultivation."

"Master's complimented."

"Not complimenting, just truth. Too bad you lack any natural talent, only knowing to bury yourself in bitter cultivation. If someone else practiced the Netherworld Ascension Scripture for decades, they likely wouldn't need to come find me; they'd understand the next technique themselves within those years."

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