The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal

The person in the mirror did the same.

She blinked, and the person in the mirror blinked too.

Eventually, Mo Ying put the black veil back on, donning the black veiled hat, but the person in the mirror did not; instead, they shook their head at her.

“You are you, return to your true self!”

The person in the mirror spoke with a tender and gentle voice, and then the mirror shattered, all things dissipating.

When Mo Ying came back to her senses, she found herself standing before the archway, looking up at a line of colorful text.

“To ascend to the sixth floor, one must break the inner demon.”

Shortly after, the line of text vanished.

Mo Ying stood there, silent for a long time.

She didn’t understand what the inner demon was.

But when Mo Ying touched her face, she realized something.

“After leaving the altar, my face became like this; it is a curse. Could it be that by breaking it, I can overcome my inner demon?”

Mo Ying tried to continue into the illusionary realm beyond the archway in search of answers.

However, when she approached the arch, she was repelled by an invisible force, unable to enter.

A line of text floated in mid-air.

“Break the inner demon first.”

As Mo Ying read the text, it gradually disappeared.

“It seems it’s time to go back, or I’ll never be able to enter the Opportunity Zone on the sixth floor of the Cultivation Tower in my lifetime.”

Mo Ying sheathed her sword and headed for the fourth floor.

At that moment, Huo Yunjie staggered out of the combat chamber, collapsing to the ground, and said, “I’m exhausted. I just can’t pass the challenge of the upper-rank difficulty. I’m always just a bit short.”

“Eh, Fourth Junior Sister, why are you leaving?”

Huo Yunjie noticed Mo Ying walking towards the third floor, seemingly intending to descend the tower.

“I have something to take care of.”

Mo Ying left this message and, with her middle-grade Spirit Sword and Breeze-riding Sword on her back, she slowly walked down the tower.

“Why is there a note?”

Huo Yunjie saw a piece of paper on the ground with a line of neat text, written by Mo Ying.

“I’m going to the Illusionary Zone on the fifth floor.”

That was what the text said.

“She actually went to the fifth floor! But why does she suddenly need to leave? Could it be that there’s a secret in the Illusionary Zone on the fifth floor? Or is it a mission?”

“Or was what I just saw an illusion?”

Huo Yunjie slapped himself and felt the pain, confirming that Mo Ying he had just seen was real, and he became even more puzzled.

The third floor, Enlightenment Zone.

No one had arrived here yet.

“Still no one has passed through the Gravity Zone… Eh, there’s someone coming, it’s Junior Sister Ru Yu.”

Mo Ying noticed that someone had arrived.

“Senior Sister Mo!” The newcomer rushed over and grabbed Mo Ying’s arm, “Senior Sister, why are you alone? Where are the other senior and junior brothers?”

“They are in the Combat Zone on the fourth floor,” replied Mo Ying.

“What about you? Why aren’t you going to the fourth floor?”

“I need to leave the tower to take care of some things… Right, the Enlightenment Zone is for temporarily enhancing your enlightenment. Just grab a colored light orb, and you can start comprehending.”

Having said this, Mo Ying patted Yan Ruyu’s shoulder and continued down the stairs to the second floor.

“Take care of things?”

Yan Ruyu pressed her fingers to her lips, pondered for a moment, but couldn’t reason it out. She quickly located a light orb following the guide, sat down cross-legged on the ground, and began to comprehend.

The second floor of the Cultivation Tower.

“Junior Sister, why are you coming down?” asked Shi Lei with curiosity.

“I’m going out to take care of some business,” she said, and Mo Ying kept descending.

Seeing this, everyone looked surprised.

“I feel like Fourth Senior Sister’s strength has increased a lot,” observed Xu Dalei, watching Mo Ying’s retreating figure, sensing her aloof demeanor and the faintly intimidating sharpness about her, which was quite terrifying.

“She’s worthy of being our Fourth Senior Sister, so young yet already at the Element Gathering Realm. Also, I think her strength is very strong; she should be able to fight at the second or third level of the Element Gathering Realm,” Mu Sisi whispered.

“The two junior brothers and sisters, keep practicing well. One day, you’ll be able to do it too,” Shi Lei said in his deep voice.

Being the eldest senior brother, he knew how to encourage his juniors.

“Thank you, Eldest Senior Brother!”

They nodded and continued to enter the Gravity Zone.

Misty Peak.

“You’re heading out? Then, be careful on your journey.”

Ye Feng handed a thumb-sized orb to Mo Ying, “Take this. If you encounter a crisis too terrifying to withstand, just crush it.”

“Thank you, Sect Leader.”

Mo Ying made her way down the mountain path. On the eve of her departure, she turned back to look at Ye Feng, “Sect Leader, have you ever seen my face on a night long ago?”

“Huh?”

Ye Feng’s gaze sharpened as he recalled a night when Mo Ying was sitting on the rooftop practicing cultivation. The wind had blown, lifting the black veil, revealing what seemed to be a flawless face.

Could it be that this is what Mo Ying was referring to?

“I saw… Uh, where did she go?”

Ye Feng looked up, about to say something, only to find that Mo Ying had already soared away on her sword, vanishing into the clouds.

“That girl, she’s quick as lightning!”

Ye Feng shrugged his shoulders and sat down on a recliner to read and study.

“Sect Leader, I’m so bored. I really want to go out and fight a Demon King,” Hu Feifei said flirtatiously as she brewed tea by his side.

“Fight?”

A twitch formed at the corner of Ye Feng’s mouth, “With your current strength, in the entire Southern River Basin, the only Demon King who could spar with you is probably Alliance Leader Mo Tianlong from the Myriad Islands Alliance, right?”

Hu Feifei’s eyes lit up.

Ye Feng suddenly had a foreboding feeling.

“No, don’t go looking for a fight with him. He’s an ally!”

Ye Feng quickly grabbed Hu Feifei’s fox tail to stop her.

…

Thousands of miles away.

Deep within an expansive mountain range.

Mo Ying cleaved a High-rank Demon Soldier Level Demon Beast in twain and entered an eternal purple-brown fog, where she saw a hazy, mist-covered lake.

On an old wooden pier, she found a boat. Once aboard, she cut her finger and let the blood drip onto the spirit crystal embedded in the prow.

Ding!

The wooden boat shed its mundane appearance and transformed into an octopus. Carrying Mo Ying on its head, it swam for nearly a hundred miles, reaching an island of about twenty to thirty miles in circumference with enchanting scenery.

Returning to the shore, stepping on the golden fine sand, Mo Ying felt everything was so familiar.

“You’re back?”

An aged, hoarse voice sounded.

Mo Ying followed the voice and saw a translucent old woman standing in mid-air with a similarly translucent cane, her face kind and her eyes moistened with tears.

She tore off her veil and discarded the black gauze hat.

The scars on her face rapidly transformed into ancient demon patterns, eventually shrinking to form a purple-black, fishbone-shaped mark about the size of a fingernail, resting at her forehead.

Three thousand strands of her black hair fell loose, fluttering in the wind.

A face as stunning as the one in the mirror also came into the old woman’s view.

“Ah Ying, you have become more beautiful,” the old woman praised.

“Old High Priest!”

The once-young Ah Ying rushed towards her but discovered that she passed right through the old woman’s body, unable to touch her as if a barrier separated two worlds.

“I am in a Soul Spirit State; I don’t have a physical form.”

The old High Priest sighed, waved her cane, and manipulated the waters of the lake into her left hand to simulate a physical form, gently stroking Mo Ying’s face.

“It’s good to have you back.”

The old High Priest smiled kindly, “Truthfully, I was too demanding of you back then. It was wrong to make someone as young as you bear so much.”

“It was Ah Ying’s fault,” Mo Ying said, holding back tears, clutching the hand materialized by the water.

“How have you been living these past years outside?” the old High Priest asked softly.

“I joined the Misty Sect. The Sect Leader and my fellow disciples have all treated me well and welcomed me sincerely.”

Mo Ying recounted her experiences over the years, walking hand in hand with the old High Priest towards the heart of the island.

At the center of the island.

There lay a valley filled with birdsong and fragrant flowers.

In the valley were a Spiritual Spring, spirit fields, and a series of ancient, pointed-roofed structures stretching for miles, each topped with a pearl the size of a human head.

“High Priest, have the Underground Cavern Alien Race continue their assaults over these years?”

“No, the last time we worked together to seal the exit, theoretically they shouldn’t be able to break through,” replied the old High Priest as they walked and talked.

Soon after passing the pointed-roof structures, they entered a shattered Holy Temple in the middle of the valley, gazing upon the cracked Five-Colored Altar.

At that moment, a strong gust of wind blew around them.

Countless translucent mists gathered in the air, forming thousands of figures, all in the same semi-transparent Soul Spirit State as the old High Priest.

They radiated powerful auras, some even reaching the Spirit Sea Realm, but at that moment, they all bowed respectfully to Mo Ying.