This Cultivator Has A Dirty Heart

"In February of the 17362nd year of the Moon Calendar, my old friend Taiyi Daoist visited me and said that he had found the whereabouts of the remnants of the Sacred Heart Cult. He invited me to come and kill the remnants of the Sacred Heart Cult."

Seeing this, Jicang couldn't help but frown.

"Sacred Heart Cult? What is that?"

He had no impression of this so-called Sacred Heart Sect. It could even be said that he had never heard of the other party's name from birth to now.

But Jicang didn't think too much.

After all, in the torrent of history, there must have been countless sects and sects.

Maybe, this so-called Sacred Heart Sect is just a small sect that has been submerged by the torrent of history.

But then, Jicang couldn't help but be curious.

Why is this incident recorded in the book?

After all, everything recorded in this book seems to be related to the ancient gods and their resurrection.

"Is it possible that the Sacred Heart Religion is related to the resurrection of the ancient god?"

Jicang then looked down.

But the next record in the book surprised him a little.

"Seventeen thousand four hundred and fifteen years according to the Wangyue Calendar..."

Seeing this time, Jicang was stunned for a moment.

He licked the paper in his hand with his fingers, thinking that several pieces of paper were stuck together.

But he looked again and again, but he didn't find any extra pages turned, and the book didn't seem to have been damaged.

"Danced for a full fifty years?"

Ji Cang frowned. He obviously didn't like the style of the tomb owner's description, but he continued reading anyway.

"We found a remnant Sky Ship of the Sacred Heart Sect on the deserted sea."

"After a fierce battle, I killed three of the opponent's Mahayana Stage monks and obtained countless treasures."

"In addition, I learned that all the remaining members of the Sacred Heart Cult are in Sacred Heart Continent, so we will look for them again."

"Seventeen thousand six hundred and seventy-two years according to the Wangyue Calendar..."

Looking at the time, Jicang frowned again, this time skipping a full two hundred and fifty years.

However, it seemed that he was gradually becoming familiar with the other party's writing habits, so Jicang just continued to read down.

"The remnants of the Sacred Heart Sect are hiding deep and have not been able to find the location of the Sacred Heart Continent."

"But in the past two hundred years, members of the Sacred Heart Cult have often come to look for us and want to take away a Saint Weapon."

"Although I don't know the function of Saint Weapon, but seeing how crazy the Sacred Heart Cult is, I can be sure that this thing is definitely not simple."

"The final discussion is that I will take Saint Weapon away and return to Wanqingzhou."

…

"Wang Yue calendar seventeen thousand six hundred and eighty-two years..."

Seeing this description, a smile appeared on Jicang's face.

This time I finally didn’t jump too far, only ten years.

"After ten years of research, I learned the function of the Saint Weapon obtained from the remnants of the Sacred Heart Cult."

"This is the Saintess of the Sacred Heart, the holy power left behind when entering reincarnation."

"Absolutely don't let the Sacred Heart Cult get it!!"

…

Seeing this, although the book has not yet written about what the so-called holy power is, and what resurrected the ancient god.

But in fact, no matter Jicang, Zhengxuan or Profound Heaven, they have already guessed something.

If nothing unexpected happens, this so-called holy power should be the purple energy, which is what resurrects the ancient gods.

Then looking down, Jicang found that the records in the book were the same as what he had guessed.

However, the time jumps further.

"Eighteen thousand eight hundred and eighty-five years according to the Wangyue Calendar..."

After more than a thousand years, it can be regarded as the largest time jump.

"The female assassin of the Sacred Heart sneaked into the house and was captured by me. After questioning, I learned how to open the Saint Weapon."

"I then opened the Saint Weapon and obtained the holy power."

"Regarding the teachings of senior spiritual descendants, I dare not try to get involved in the fairyland, but when I think about the corpse of the ancient god in the mansion, I can't help but feel moved."

"Think about using holy power to resurrect the body of the ancient god."

Seeing this, Jicang was completely stunned.

He originally thought that the holy power was so powerful that it could only help the monks improve their cultivation.

But now it seems that he thought too simply.

"To get involved in the fairyland, could it mean that this holy power can help people enter the fairyland!"

Thinking of this, Jicang subconsciously looked at Lou Qingyu again.

The purple energy earlier went directly to Lou Qingyu. Is it possible that Lou Qingyu is related to the so-called Sacred Heart Sect?

He then looked down, "Wang Yue Calendar, eighteen thousand eight hundred and eighty-five years, in July, successfully resurrected the ancient god's body with holy power, but the ancient god was restless and unable to suppress it."

"Wanqingzhou is thousands of miles away. The ancient gods slaughtered tens of millions of people. In order to suppress the ancient gods, they were seriously injured and died soon."

"On this occasion, I entrust Saint Weapon to my old friend Taiyi Daoist to cast a tomb for me and suppress the body of the ancient god."

When he finished reading the last sentence, Jicang slowly closed the book in his hand.

He looked at Lou Qingyu, not knowing what to say for a moment, but at this time Lou Qingyu was still looking through the books, as if he wanted to find some clues.

"That Sacred Heart Cult?"

"have no idea."

Lou Qingyu responded, his tone calm and without any fluctuation.

"Maybe it has something to do with me, I don't know."

While speaking, Lou Qingyu did not stop flipping through the books in his hand.

Jicang looked at this scene and glanced at the book in his hand.

After a long silence, he simply threw the book aside.

The things recorded in this book are obviously far removed from the present.

He didn't know what the Sacred Heart Sect did, nor did he know the relationship between the owner of this ancient tomb and the Sacred Heart Sect.

But he knows one thing, that is, whether Lou Qingyu is from the Sacred Heart Cult or not, it has nothing to do with them.

There is no need to investigate things that happened millions of years ago so clearly.

Even if the investigation is clear, so what?

The owner of this tomb is dead, perhaps those who followed him are also dead, and so are his old friends.

Now in power in Wanqingzhou are the Seven Saints Immortal Gate.

And as long as Lou Qingyu doesn't do anything that harms the interests of Seven Saints Immortal Gate, Seven Saints Immortal Gate won't mind making more friends.

Thinking of this, Jicang picked up a book on the ground and started reading.

But even though he was turning the pages of the book in his hands, his mind was still thinking about the descriptions he had read earlier.

Sacred Heart, Saintess, reincarnation, holy power, fairyland...

These words seem to be building a world for Jicang that he has never been exposed to.

"If I can break through even the legendary fairyland, then will my cultivation be..."

Thinking of this, Jicang lowered his head and looked at his hands.

Ever since he failed to break through the Mahayana Stage, he no longer had any hope of improving his cultivation.

But if, if I find the holy power mentioned in the book, can I use the holy power to restore my cultivation and even enter the Mahayana Stage?

After all, this holy power can even resurrect the legendary ancient gods!

Even that kind of existence can be resurrected, let alone his cultivation!

He looked at Lou Qingyu with a firm look in his eyes.