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As night falls, the stars shine brightly.

Chu Junyin sat upright on a piece of bluestone, his eyes focused on looking at Wanyu in front of him.

Not far in front of him, Wanyu was holding a long sword, dancing with the wind, and the sword light was like a red silk.

But in an instant, something strange happened.

The sword light in Wanyu's hand suddenly shattered, and the recoil force bounced her body out.

At the same time, the magic power flowing through her meridians trembled violently as if it had been hit hard, and became chaotic in an instant.

It happened in a flash. Seeing this, Chu Junyin stretched out a finger and tapped without hesitation.

As the finger fell, a strong yet gentle force quickly stopped Wanyu from flying backwards.
The magic power that was about to get out of control was immediately suppressed and restored to calm.

Chu Junyin shook his head gently: "When the mind is calm, the sword is sharp; when the mind is disturbed, the sword is dull."

"Wanyu, you are too anxious."

"Kendo training requires a peaceful and calm state of mind."

"You only care about pursuing the swift sword, but neglect the inner cultivation."

"If you continue like this, even if your swordsmanship improves, your state of mind will not be able to keep up, and you will never achieve great things."

Wanyu's face turned pale after hearing this. She patted her chest lightly and tried hard to swallow the fishy and sweet taste rising in her throat back into her stomach.

After a long while, she finally caught her breath and replied softly, "Thank you for your teachings, Master. Wanyu understands."

Chu Junyin knew why Wanyu was so anxious, and couldn't help but add: "Don't worry, either."

"With my master here, no matter who it is, no one can force you in the slightest."

Hearing this, Wanyu nodded slightly to show that she understood.

However, there was still a hint of uneasiness in her beautiful eyes:
“But Master… although my disciple has now broken through to the Supreme Realm, my people may not all keep their original promises.”

Facing Wanyu's worries, Chu Junyin simply said two words calmly: "It's okay."

Although this short answer seems simple, it contains extremely powerful confidence and determination.

Hearing this, Wanyu nodded.

You know, she was born into a large aristocratic family.

In that family, women were often viewed as tools for marriage alliances and had no right to choose their own marriages.

But Wanyu was stubborn by nature and refused to accept such a fate.

After a difficult struggle, she finally reached an agreement with the elders of the tribe.
That is, if she can break through to the realm of the Supreme, she will have the power to freely choose her husband.

Although the elders in the clan have agreed on the surface, Wanyu still can't completely let go of her worries deep in her heart.

After all, she has an older sister whose talent far exceeds hers.

But even so, it can only serve as a tool for marriage within the family.

What's more, the only ones who agreed this time were her parents.

It's not the elders in the clan who hold high positions of power and have the real say.

Thinking of this, Wanyu sighed softly, then slowly sat down cross-legged.

Close your eyes and begin to quietly adjust the disordered breath in your body.

At the same time, Chu Junyin, who was standing aside, raised his head and looked up at the sky, feeling a surge of emotion in his heart.

He knew that Wanyu was sincere and that if she could focus wholeheartedly on practicing kendo, she would definitely achieve something in the future.

However, what he did not expect was that since he accepted Wanyu as his apprentice,
He seemed to be in a hurry to achieve results, and he became more anxious, which was counterproductive.

Chu Junyin couldn't help but wonder secretly, was his decision to accept Wanyu as a disciple the right choice or a mistake?
You know, if Wanyu is allowed to practice swordsmanship alone,
Then even if she cannot achieve the success she has today, her future path will surely be extremely broad and vast.

It was because her concentration on the way of swordsmanship was even greater than that of my own when I was just starting out.
In other words, even the Aurora Sword Master back then was even better!
However, it is precisely because of this concentration that Wanyu, although she is sincere about the way of the sword in her heart,

But when it came to her master, Chu Junyin, she lacked the gratitude and awe that she should have.

Thinking of this, Chu Junyin couldn't help but sigh secretly in his heart, but then he quickly felt relieved.

As the saying goes, everything in the world is subject to fate and cannot be forced.

Looking at Wanyu's heart again, it was as pure and flawless as that of an innocent child, without any distracting thoughts.

Her ardent love for kendo was pure to the extreme, without even the slightest impurity.

Perhaps, it is this pure and innocent heart that is untainted by dust.

This may be the key to her going further and further in kendo and constantly breaking through herself.

As for the fact that Wanyu does not have much gratitude towards her master, it is actually not a big deal.

In the final analysis, it was just a whim that I took her in as my apprentice to teach and train her.
I never expected to get any substantial return from her.

"The road is long and lonely. Only the great way can remain consistent."

Chu Junyin muttered to himself.

His voice was neither too loud nor too soft, just loud enough for Wanyu beside him to hear.

But it didn't seem like it was spoken specifically to her, it was more like a self-confession.

Just like that, the two of them continued to practice quietly on this sword edge.

No matter how fast time flies, a thousand years have passed in the blink of an eye.

During this period, Wanyu's tribesmen came many times to look for her whereabouts.

However, Chu Junyin has reopened the maze of the Tianguang Holy Land.

Therefore, every time they were blocked by this maze at the foot of the mountain and could not get any closer.

At first, the tribesmen were unwilling to give up and tried again and again to break through the maze.
But as the number of failures increased, they gradually lost their patience.

In the end, no one was willing to come here to look for Wanyu anymore.

Time flies, and hundreds of years pass by like a flash.

Until one morning, when the first ray of sunlight fell on the tip of the sword,
Chu Junyin suddenly realized that several strange auras were approaching this side.

He secretly wondered who could have broken through the maze of the Tianguang Holy Land and come here.

Full of doubts, Chu Junyin looked carefully and saw several figures flying quickly towards the mountain.

The two men were dressed similarly, had serious expressions, and exuded the aura of a Sixth Realm Venerable.

Among all the cultivators, their cultivation is already top-notch.

However, if we only talk about the sword intent emanating from them, they appear to be quite immature and immature, and are even far from being comparable to Wanyu.

What made Chu Junyin feel a little strange was that the sword intent of these two people actually made him feel familiar.

The people quickly stepped onto the sword's edge. After seeing the two figures on the sword's edge, they moved even faster.

When he got closer, Chu Junyin could see their haggard faces.

His expression also revealed fatigue and vicissitudes.

Only when they were very close did those people's faces turn happy, and they all knelt on the ground: "Greetings to the Holy Lord!"

Chu Junyin was a little curious: "Are you all former disciples of the Tianguang Holy Land?" Chu Junyin still had many memories of the Tianguang Holy Land, but most of them were in a mess.

Hearing this, one of them spoke first: "The Holy Lord is right, we are the orphans of the Tianguang Holy Land."

"I came here only to find the trace of the Holy Lord and revive the Holy Land."

Chu Junyin stood up and said, "Tell me in detail."

But after a pause, Chu Junyin continued: "Let me start from the beginning. I can't quite remember what happened back then..."

When this was said, the disciples and Wanyu all looked sideways.

They didn't expect that the former God of Creation had lost his memory.

An orphan god from the holy land took a breath and continued, "Back then, the Aurora Realm shattered, causing the sword's spiritual power to become unstable."

"And at that moment, Holy Lord, you also suddenly disappeared without a trace, leaving no clues or traces."

“But Jianfeng is no longer suitable for cultivators to live in, so the elders who survived led their disciples to other places.”

"Fortunately, there are still three Divine Realm elders, and we have found a safe place to stay."

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"But we firmly believe that the Holy Lord still exists."

“So the three elders sent us out to look for the Holy Lord.”

After hearing this, Chu Junyin nodded slightly.

At this moment, memories of the past were like a surging tide, hitting Chu Junyin's heart.

He also found the identities of these two disciples from those long-forgotten images.

He looked at the two disciples in front of him, and the familiar outlines gradually overlapped with the figures in his memory.

"You are Taiyuan," Chu Junyin said softly, "You are Taiming."

Upon hearing this, Taiyuan and Taiming's faces suddenly showed indescribable joy.

They immediately knelt on the ground, their foreheads pressed tightly against the ground: "I didn't expect that the Holy Lord still remembered us!"

Tai Ming raised his head, with a hint of expectation and tentativeness in his eyes: "I wonder if the Holy Lord has the intention to rebuild the Holy Land now..."

This disciple knew that the Holy Lord had lost his memory.
But they still had a glimmer of hope in their hearts, but they did not dare to offend or force anything.

But he didn't know what the "Holy Lord" was thinking.

Chu Junyin didn't say anything either, thinking silently in his heart.

He sighed softly, with mixed emotions surging in his heart.

After a long period of careful consideration, a hint of determination suddenly flashed in Chu Junyin's eyes.

Back then, he was the lord of a holy land!

Now faced with such a situation, I also shoulder an unshirkable responsibility.

If there hadn't been problems with his cultivation back then, the huge Tianguang Holy Land wouldn't have been so close to extinction now.

So after a little hesitation, he resolutely decided to rebuild the holy land.
Go back to the past and find the true self that has been lost for so long.

Thinking of this, Chu Junyin turned around and asked, "Disciple, are you willing to join the Tianguang Holy Land?"

When asked about Wanyu, Wanyu agreed to Chu Junyin's question without hesitation: "It's all up to Master to dispatch."

Chu Junyin nodded.

The two disciples at the side also clasped their fists and saluted, saying, "Greetings, Senior Sister."

The remnants of the holy land searched for a suitable place to stay for almost three hundred years before they found a suitable place.

Although the journey is long, there are countless mountains and rivers along the way.

However, for Chu Junyin, the God of Creation, these thousands of mountains and rivers are not obstacles at all.

After all, he possesses the ability to change the world, and taking everyone through the void is easy and effortless for him.

Chu Junyin just lifted his sleeves slightly, and in an instant, ripples appeared in the surrounding space.

Immediately afterwards, he and his companions disappeared from the spot in an instant.

In just a few blinks of an eye, they had crossed an endless distance.

Following the direction pointed by those disciples, they appeared at the base of Tianguang Holy Land.

As soon as they landed, everyone felt a strange atmosphere surrounding them.

The holy land that should have been bustling with activity was now dead silent, without a trace of life.

Seeing this, Chu Junyin spread out his mind like a giant net.
Extending in all directions, trying to find the trace of the disciples.

However, after a thorough search, not even a single clue was found.

A disciple said, "Holy Lord... We have been away for more than two hundred years and just returned to Jianfeng... Maybe they moved away?"

Chu Junyin shook his head slightly: "There was a fight here."

"There is still a slight fluctuation of mana in the spiritual power, which has not completely dissipated."

Upon hearing this, the other two disciples who were accompanying him had a look of astonishment on their faces.

At this moment, Chu Junyin gently waved his right hand, and a ray of cosmic light suddenly condensed in front of him, turning into a clear and transparent water mirror.

This water mirror emitted a soft light, gradually expanding and eventually turning into a huge light curtain hanging in the air.

On the light curtain, scenes flashed by as quickly as flowing water.

Chu Junyin's eyes were as sharp as torches, staring closely at the picture on the screen.

Finally, he caught sight of his disciple's trace in the complicated scene, and immediately had an idea in his mind.

No one dared to delay for even a second and immediately took action in the direction indicated by Chu Junyin.

Soon, they came to a deep valley.

I saw that the rock walls of the valley were densely covered with fine ropes like spider webs.

And on those ropes were their missing disciples.

They were sleeping quietly as if in an eternal dream, without any movement.

Chu Junyin looked at this scene, his brows furrowed, a cold light flashed in his eyes.

Then, he just flicked his fingers lightly, and the disciples who were tied up with ropes fell to the ground one after another and slowly opened their eyes.

At the same time, several big monsters hiding in the dark were horrified and exploded into pieces by this sudden change, without even a chance to resist.

When those disciples who regained their freedom saw Chu Junyin and the disciples beside him, their eyes were sparkling with excitement.

They knelt on the ground involuntarily, shouting the word "Holy Lord" with their voices full of piety and reverence.

Chu Junyin looked at the scene in front of him, feeling an inexplicable emotion in his heart.

He waved his hand gently, signaling everyone to stand up quickly.

Immediately afterwards, he led this group of disciples back to Jianfeng again.

At this point, the Tianguang Holy Land was also rebuilt. (End of this chapter)