Led by several Daoist masters, Luo Qinghan and his group were shown to their rooms.
The guest rooms at Longhu Mountain had been equipped with most modern amenities, including air conditioning, internet, and televisions. The decor, however, retained an antique charm, with calligraphy and paintings adorning the walls.
The rooms on the mountain felt a bit damper than those at home, but the temperature was pleasant.
"Old Heavenly Master, thank you for your trouble."
As they were leaving, Lin Xiao bowed deeply to the Old Heavenly Master.
Only then could he ensure that he had no lingering worries.
"Young friend Lin, there is no need for such formality."
The Old Heavenly Master placed a hand on his shoulder. "The road ahead is long and arduous. There is little I can offer you, lest it incur heavenly retribution. I hope you understand, young friend."
"Rest assured, Old Heavenly Master, I would never presume to trouble you with my affairs. Since it is said that I carry the fate of heaven and countless secrets, I will show them what this bearer of destiny can truly achieve and how much shock I can bring them."
Lin Xiao understood the Old Heavenly Master, and he had never considered relying on him for revenge for the Lin family.
If the Old Heavenly Master were to help, would it truly be his own revenge? No.
The Old Heavenly Master nodded. As he was about to speak, Lin Xiao had already bid farewell and departed.
...
Qi Tian stood with his arms crossed, his brow furrowed as he stared at the screen. Even with the simulator, he couldn't directly set the Sun Golden Essence to a state of recognition of its master. He had been at a loss for days, with no progress beyond his initial vague guess.
However, the cultivator's consciousness remained, and it had become familiar with Qi Tian.
Qi Tian now understood why the cultivator's true body had not appeared before him.
The cultivator's true body was in seclusion, preparing for the upcoming thousand-year tribulation.
This tribulation was expected to be of a similar magnitude to the one ten thousand years ago. Thus, the cultivator had left behind a trace of his consciousness hundreds of years ago and gone into seclusion to prepare.
It wasn't just him; almost all cultivators were doing the same. Apart from the residual consciousness, only a few cultivators remained lucid.
These individuals had other missions to attend to.
"A couple of days ago, I sensed the aura of the Heavenly Gate over there."
"The Heavenly Gate?"
Qi Tian put away the Sun Golden Essence. It seemed he needed to temporarily halt his research on it.
He was certain that this item was beyond his current ability to casually research. Upon hearing the cultivator mention such an unfamiliar term, Qi Tian's interest was piqued.
In the past few days, the cultivator had been sharing tales of the changes over the years, the cultivators of the past, some cultivators of the inner realm, and so on. The cultivator was, if nothing else, a walking encyclopedia.
"Yes, the Heavenly Gate."
The consciousness had now taken on a discernible humanoid form and stood beside Qi Tian. He pointed towards the sky. "Above the nine heavens lies the Heavenly Gate. Open the Heavenly Gate, and on the other side are the Heavenly Beings."
"Heavenly Beings?"
Qi Tian asked with a hint of curiosity, "Are they the culmination of the path to immortality that cultivators pursue?"
"You could say so, and yet, not entirely," the cultivator's tone became unusually solemn. "Heavenly Beings are beings of the Celestial Realm."