Chapter 17

"Jiang Zhong's grave!"

After Jiang Zhong's death, Ling Dao buried him and made sure he was at peace. Ling Dao moved a huge stone and carved a tombstone with a sword, inscribing four large characters on it.

This place was picturesque, with clear mountains and beautiful scenery, making it a good spot. With no better conditions, Ling Dao could only build such a simple grave. Since then, Ling Dao had been living outdoors, staying here to accompany Jiang Zhong.

"Rumble"

A deafening sound echoed through the clouds as a waterfall thousands of meters high cascaded down. It was like a thousand horses galloping, shaking the earth and trembling the surroundings. Below the waterfall stood a slender figure.

"Great Luo Dynasty, Tianwu Sect, Death Tower..."

The destruction of the Free and Easy Prince's mansion, Jiang Zhong's thousand-mile escape with him, and the humiliation Jiang Zhong suffered at Tianwu Sect were all vivid in his mind, as if they had happened yesterday. To avenge the guards of the mansion and Jiang Zhong, he had to become stronger.

For a month, he stood under the waterfall every day, starting from only being able to endure a few breaths to now being able to last a whole day. He endured a lot of hardship. If not for his great determination, he would never have been able to persist.

"Phew..."

As the sky grew dark and the sun set, Ling Dao took a deep breath and walked out from under the waterfall. His body was already bright red, as if stained with fresh blood, looking somewhat eerie.

"Barbaric Immortal Force!"

Despite the extreme pain and fatigue, he did not rest but began to cultivate the Barbaric Immortal Force. This was the best time to temper his physical body, and he naturally would not miss it. With countless sword qi in his body, he could temper his physical body at any time.

If someone could see the state of his body, they would be greatly surprised. Each of his bones was as clear as jade, yet unimaginably strong. His entire skeleton had become extremely dense, and ancient runes covered each bone.

After the Body Tempering Stage comes the Bone Tempering Stage. In a month, Ling Dao had already crossed the Body Tempering Stage and began to temper his entire skeleton. The Barbaric Immortal Force was an unparalleled cultivation technique. Only when he truly cultivated it did Ling Dao realize how terrifying this technique was.

In his previous life, as a member of the Ling family, he cultivated the family's ancestral technique. Although the Ling family was far inferior to the Purple Microcosm Holy Land, it was much stronger than the Tianwu Sect and the Great Luo Dynasty. However, even the Ling family's ancestral technique could not compare to the Barbaric Immortal Force.

No wonder the Purple Microcosm Holy Land kept targeting him after learning he possessed the Barbaric Immortal Force. Such an unparalleled technique was probably something even the Purple Microcosm Holy Land could not find. Even if they did find it, they would not be able to cultivate it.

The Barbaric Immortal Force must be cultivated from the very beginning. If one has cultivated other techniques, it would be impossible to cultivate the Barbaric Immortal Force. This was why in his previous life, Ling Dao could not see the content of the Barbaric Immortal Force, but in this life, he had the opportunity to cultivate it by chance.

An hour later, the moonlight was like water, pouring over the mountains and forests. Ling Dao finally finished his cultivation. He leaped dozens of meters, demonstrating the strength of his physical body. In the past, he could never have done this.

Not long after, Ling Dao caught a wild boar for dinner. During this time, he had been cultivating intensely, and his appetite had greatly increased. He not only used the waterfall to wash his body but also directly collided his body with huge rocks. He treated himself like a sword, undergoing countless trials and tempering.

"Grandpa Jiang, I have become a Bone Tempering Stage warrior. Perhaps it won't be long before I break through again. If you were still here, how wonderful it would be, sigh..."

Under the starlight, Ling Dao stood in front of Jiang Zhong's grave, talking to himself. Now, he could cultivate and possessed the unparalleled technique, the Barbaric Immortal Force. His future achievements would definitely be great. Unfortunately, Jiang Zhong could no longer see it, which was truly a pity.

"Don't worry, I won't seek revenge without enough strength. Anyway, the Great Luo Dynasty and the Tianwu Sect are nothing. It won't be long before I make them regret their actions!"

Different experiences and perspectives naturally lead to different views. In Jiang Zhong's eyes, the Great Luo Dynasty was the most powerful force. But Ling Dao, who dared to challenge the Purple Microcosm Holy Land, saw the Great Luo Dynasty as nothing.

"After tonight, I will probably leave here. I will go to the Sky Splitting Sword Sect and deliver this letter to your brother. If I can become a disciple of the Sky Splitting Sword Sect, that would be the best."

Ling Dao stood in front of Jiang Zhong's grave, looking extremely lonely and desolate. His mother had left him long ago, and his father, the Free and Easy Prince, had entered the Heavenly Dragon Forbidden Zone and disappeared for over a year. The person closest to him was Jiang Zhong, but unfortunately, Jiang Zhong had already passed away.

Now, he was alone, with no relatives. Everything in the future would depend on himself. With the Free and Easy Prince around, he could have a sky to stand under, but the Free and Easy Prince's fate was unknown.

That night, Ling Dao lay beside Jiang Zhong's grave, looking at the stars, occasionally talking to Jiang Zhong. Unfortunately, Jiang Zhong could no longer respond, and he could only talk to himself.

"Remember, don't let hatred blind your eyes, and don't lose your reason because of hatred!"

The figure of the Free and Easy Prince seemed to appear before Ling Dao, earnestly saying. Long ago, the Free and Easy Prince had noticed the hatred in Ling Dao's heart, though he did not know the reason, he did not ask. If not for his intense hatred for the Purple Microcosm Holy Land, Ling Dao would not have impulsively attacked it.

"Promise me, don't seek revenge without strength! Promise me!"

Jiang Zhong's voice echoed in Ling Dao's ears, and he remembered the situation clearly. In his last moments, Jiang Zhong was still thinking about Ling Dao, not himself. Thinking of these words, Ling Dao's mind was filled with memories of his time with Jiang Zhong. Like a grandfather, Jiang Zhong had watched him grow up step by step.

"Is it already morning?"

Ling Dao did not know when he fell asleep. If not for the sunlight on his face, he would still be sound asleep. He looked at Jiang Zhong's grave with reluctance and then turned to leave.

"Grandpa Jiang, I'm leaving!"

He did not know when he would return, but he had to leave. Now, he was only a Bone Tempering Stage warrior, and the gap between him and the Great Luo Dynasty or the Tianwu Sect was vast.

Destination: Anshan County, Sky Splitting Sword Sect!