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"What is it?" Zhao Yang did not outright refuse. The Overlord Saint was now on the brink of decay, and if he could help with a simple matter, he would.
"Take a few of my disciples away and let them join your Xuanfo Temple, or take them as your subordinates," the Overlord Saint said, glancing at the few disciples still practicing martial arts outside the hall, a hint of melancholy crossing his face.
"When?" Zhao Yang did not find this to be a difficult task and agreed readily.
"Before sunset," the Overlord Saint replied.
"Is it that urgent?" Zhao Yang asked, puzzled. "Could it be that the Overlord Sect is in danger tonight?"
"Indeed, the destruction of the Overlord Sect tonight is certain; there is no escaping it. We few old and frail ones can no longer run, but my disciples are all honest and capable individuals. They should not accompany us to our doom. The Overlord Sect left by our Patriarch will perish at my hands, and I feel guilty; I cannot leave," the Overlord Saint said, leaning against the Supreme Throne, his movements appearing somewhat labored.
"Sect Master! We swear to follow you to the death and share the fate of the Overlord Sect!" several elderly elders of the Overlord Sect spoke in unison.
"If you have families and descendants in the secular world, then go. I do not force you; there is no need to throw away your lives unnecessarily," the Overlord Saint sighed.
"Sect Master, we have known each other for a hundred years; we are like brothers. How could we be those who fear death?" replied one Elder with White Hair respectfully.
The Overlord Saint remained silent. Facing impending death, his expression was calm. He took out a finely bound scroll from his bosom and handed it to Zhao Yang. "This is the Overlord Body Refinement Technique of the Overlord Sect. When you came to the Scripture Repository of the Overlord Sect, you probably did not see it. I give it to you; although it may not necessarily be stronger than your own Body Refinement Technique, it is certainly not lacking either. More is better."
"This... Senior, this is absolutely unacceptable! How can your sect's transmission technique be shared with outsiders?" Zhao Yang immediately refused. The cultivation world has always had a rule against sharing sect secrets; if he accepted it, wouldn’t that mean he was acknowledging himself as a successor of the Overlord Sect?
"You fear that I will burden you with a dying sect, huh? Ha ha," the Overlord Saint laughed. "I am merely worried that the Overlord Body Refinement Technique will be lost. Do not underestimate it; its name carries weight for a reason. It possesses its own dominance, but ordinary cultivators cannot unleash its full power—there are no other demands."
Hearing this from the Overlord Saint, Zhao Yang no longer hesitated. After accepting the Overlord Body Refinement Technique, he solemnly asked, "Do you know who is coming to destroy the Overlord Sect?"
"The Demon Realm," replied the Overlord Saint.
"Are the people from the Demon Realm making a comeback?" Nangong Wuxin was also taken aback. During the two years that Zhao Yang was in a coma, they had hunted down many members of the demon race. Some mysterious and powerful demons possessed special magical powers that made them difficult to kill, much like those corpses controlled by Yuan Lie.
"It's not a comeback; it's just that they haven't attacked yet. The demons are incredibly powerful and their numbers rival those of the human race. The forces mobilized in Zhongzhou were merely a vanguard. The Demon Sovereign, the Great Ascension Demon General, and the Demon Lord in the Tribulation Period have yet to make an appearance. Can that be considered an invasion?" Overlord Saint explained. He had been unaware of these matters until he activated the Sixth Technique, which allowed him to see everything he knew vividly in his mind, as if everyone's future was predestined and clearly imprinted in his consciousness.
"The sun has already set, and a great battle is imminent. Let me see your futures," Overlord Saint said weakly.
When he opened his eyes again, he saw Song Baliang radiating with brilliant Buddhist light, surrounded by three thousand Bodhisattvas. Overlord Saint was taken aback; he struggled to contain his shock as he looked at Nangong Wuxin. Behind him were enormous wings of light unfurling, causing countless gods and demons to dare not approach, as if he were a celestial being. Overlord Saint then turned his gaze to Long Xiao Wu, who was clad in a red robe, wielding a massive war spear that seemed to block out the sky, with a mountain of corpses beneath his feet. His steps followed a figure ahead, one that Overlord Saint could not clearly see.
"God of War..." Overlord Saint murmured softly, then white hair fell from his head, blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and he appeared incredibly aged.
"Master, stop looking! You've already exhausted your lifespan; they are not ordinary people!" an elder exclaimed, trying to prevent the master from further shortening his life.
Overlord Saint shook his head and said, "It's too late. Call the other disciples; prepare to activate the altar to send them out."
After speaking, Overlord Saint called out to someone outside, "Zhong'er, come in."
"Zhong'er?" Everyone was puzzled; no one knew who Overlord Saint referred to.
Outside, a young attendant hurried over without daring to look up. He knelt down and bowed his head repeatedly, saying, "Wang Zhong pays respects to the Master."
Overlord Saint nodded and said, "Get up, Zhong'er. Come here beside me."
Wang Zhong raised his head and looked at Overlord Saint with tears welling in his eyes. His jaw quivered as he said with some grievance, "Master Uncle, how did you become like this? Who did this to you?"
A hint of comfort appeared in Overlord Saint's eyes as he replied, "Child, don't cry. You've endured much hardship working as a servant in Overlord Sect these years. The sect is about to disband. I have something for you; you will leave with Star Elder."
"No, I want to stay here. This is my home," Wang Zhong shook his head, tears streaming down his face.
Overlord Saint sighed and took out an ancient-looking token from his robe, placing it in Wang Zhong's hand. "From now on, you must live carefully. When the time is right, the token will naturally open."
"No, I don't want it," Wang Zhong choked on his words.
"Enough!" Overlord Saint glared at the frail boy, who immediately stopped crying and listened obediently.
"Take him away!" Overlord Saint raised his hand, and an elderly man in green appeared, leading Wang Zhong toward the teleportation altar in the back hall. Wang Zhong looked back longingly at the aging Overlord Saint, tears flowing freely.
In the main hall, everyone from Overlord Sect knelt down, chanting, "We bid farewell to the new sect master. May the heavens endure forever, righteousness prevail, and may the heavens bless Overlord Sect with eternal existence!"
"From now on, I entrust Loyal to you, Star Elder," Overlord Saint said gently, his tone weary.
Then Overlord Saint turned his gaze toward Zhao Yang and Scholar Xiu's position. Suddenly, blood flowed from his eyes, and his pupils turned black.
"Indeed, I cannot see through it... Only you... still you," Overlord Saint murmured, tilting his head to one side. His skin was wrinkled and decayed, frail and without strength, devoid of any aura.
"We bid farewell to Old Sect Master!" The crowd knelt in sorrowful silence; however, they summoned their magical treasures and lined up on both sides as if waiting for something.
A dazzling multicolored light burst forth from the decaying body of Overlord Saint. A burly middle-aged man radiating an overwhelming presence emerged from him like a Primordial Spirit.
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