Then, Ran Yizhou's entire body emanated an invisible force, lifting Ming Zhitian into the air!
Ming Zhitian floated in mid-air, rotating slowly in a spread-eagle posture. Ran Yizhou, without any hesitation, unleashed thirty-six light golden punches! Each punch, each golden light, struck various parts of Ming Zhitian's body.
Just as Ming Zhitian thought he would be taken to the grave along with him, he was mistaken.
After an unknown period of time...
Ming Zhitian's limbs regained their mobility. He stood up and felt his body from head to toe, finding his bones and flesh completely unharmed.
Immediately, a powerful, heaven-devouring force began to swell within him!
To prevent himself from exploding, he opened his mouth wide and roared, "Ahhhhhh!!..."
He first entered the Minor Heavenly Cycle... then ascended with a qualitative leap...
Major Heavenly Cycle... Big Dipper Divine Arts... Taiji... Qiankun... growing exponentially per second!
Divine Position!... "Qiutu" late stage Heavenly Annihilation!... late stage Primordial Valley!...
Finally, he stopped. Ming Zhitian was astonished and speechless, "Senior Ran... this..."
The light golden aura surrounding Ran Yizhou's body dissipated completely, his soul becoming weak and flickering, "You still refuse to call me Master Saint?"
Ran Yizhou had helped Ming Zhitian reconstruct his meridians and bones, seamlessly connecting his tendons and veins, like a reborn parent.
This time, Ming Zhitian proactively knelt down and kowtowed three times, each with a resounding thud, "Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The impact cracked the ground. Seeing his disciple like this, Ran Yizhou finally felt a trace of relief.
With genuine emotion, his heroic brows furrowed, he looked at Ming Zhitian, "Since we are master and disciple, I must also tell you about my identity. I was an orphan myself. To avenge my parents, I entered the path of martial cultivation. The hardships were indescribable, but I persevered. Five hundred years ago, I reached the pinnacle of martial arts, Martial Saint!
Later, I founded the Divine Sect. I once, with one person and one sect, shook the cultivation world! The twenty-three sects and thirty-nine gates of the cultivation world trembled at the mention of my name, Ran Yizhou! Later... I met the most beautiful woman in the world, Xingchen, and my most prideful sworn brother, Piao Yan.
Xingchen and I loved each other deeply, but in the end, I never expected that Piao Yan, whom I considered my brother, would betray and murder me for a woman. It was only later that I learned the woman he loved was Xingchen herself. Alas..."
Ran Yizhou sighed heavily, the past too painful to recall, only daring to hide it in the mists of his heart, wishing only to find a kindred spirit in another land and live a beautiful, happy life.
Ming Zhitian was filled with emotion, "Master Saint, what can this disciple do for you?"
Ran Yizhou's soul had become almost transparent, "Beneath my burial mound lies my life's collection. I do not expect you to avenge me, only to see Xingchen for me. Farewell, my disciple...
.........
Ran Yizhou exhaled his last breath of immortal energy, which swirled and dissipated into the air, vanishing without a trace.
Ming Zhitian hadn't even registered what had happened before his newly recognized Master Saint was gone forever.
After much contemplation, Ming Zhitian began to slowly accept it. He had initially planned to spend the rest of his days here, but fate had given him another chance at a new life, allowing him to rise again.
Ming Zhitian dug into the soil. He felt a bit awkward, as the very first task on his first day as a disciple was to dig up his master's grave.
He didn't want to, but Master Saint Ran Yizhou had instructed him to do so. Disobeying his master would be akin to rebellion, wouldn't it?
As he dug, Ming Zhitian saw two items: a scroll made of Taotie skin and a pair of gauntlets.
He froze, dug a bit more, and finding nothing else, he looked at Ran Yizhou's tombstone, "Master Saint, these... these two items are your life's collection? Isn't that a bit stingy?"