Catastrophic necromancer

**Chapter 2790: Sister’s Got Your Back!**

After the Holy Maiden of the Immortal Lotus, both Dongfang Wuwen and the Holy Son of the Myriad Illusions completed their refining.

They also heard the conversation between Lin Moyu and the Third Ancestor, and their gazes towards Lin Moyu were as if they were looking at a monster.

Lu Fengyao, being slightly lower in realm, refined a bit slower and still needed some time.

One of the three ancestors suddenly spoke, “Young friend, may I ask where you are from?”

His tone was very gentle, without a hint of arrogance.

Before Lin Moyu could answer, the voice of the Third Ancestor sounded in his ear, “He’s trying to recruit you, don’t pay him any mind.”

Lin Moyu’s mind was clear, “I have no notable background. May I ask which holy land or sect senior is from?”

The mist around the speaking ancestor gradually dissipated, revealing his true form.

The first impression Lin Moyu had of the gray-robed old man was that he seemed lifeless, as if he might die at any moment.

“This must be a secret technique to preserve his vitality.”

“His aged appearance is just a facade, not his true form.”

Lin Moyu felt that this elder’s realm wasn’t as profound as the Third Ancestor’s.

Unlike the Third Ancestor, who had lived for countless years but still exuded vitality, the gray-robed elder had a different aura.

The gray-robed elder dispelled his mist, showing his sincerity.

He forced a smile, “I am Gu Cang of the Cold Water Holy Land.”

Lin Moyu was startled, “It’s actually him.”

In the information he had purchased, there were details about the Cold Water Holy Land.

Because of Gu Hanyu, Lin Moyu had carefully reviewed the information about the Cold Water Holy Land.

Among the records was an account of Gu Cang.

In the history of the Cold Water Holy Land, Gu Cang held a significant position.

A million years ago, Gu Cang rose to prominence.

At that time, the Cold Water Holy Land often clashed with the Dao Inquiry Sect, engaging in numerous battles with mixed results. The elders of both sects rarely intervened, leaving the younger generation to fight.

Gu Cang single-handedly suppressed the disciples of the Dao Inquiry Sect of his generation.

He became increasingly powerful, defeating not only the Dao Inquiry Sect but also contemporaneous geniuses across the Southern Continent.

A million years ago, Gu Cang was the most dazzling figure in the Southern Continent.

Later, Gu Cang broke through to the seventh realm of Dao Sovereign, ventured alone into the Northern Continent, and defeated many powerful demon clans there.

He then traveled to the Western Continent, engaging in battles with the Buddhist, Dragon, and Elf clans.

After returning, Gu Cang secluded himself and rarely appeared, with fewer and fewer mentions of him over time.

Unexpectedly, Gu Cang himself had come today.

A million years ago, he had already broken through to the seventh realm of Dao Sovereign. After so many years, he was still stuck in the Dao Sovereign realm, highlighting the difficulty of breaking through.

Even a genius like Gu Cang, who dominated an era, was trapped, unable to advance further.

Lin Moyu saluted Gu Cang, “So it’s Senior Gu Cang. It’s an honor to meet you.”

Gu Cang said, “Young friend, your talent is enviable. I would like to invite you to join the Cold Water Holy Land. What do you think?”

Lin Moyu thought for a moment, “Thank you for your kind offer, senior, but I have no plans to join any other forces for now.”

Gu Cang’s eyes were deep, making it hard to guess his thoughts.

After a moment, Gu Cang sighed, “Everyone has their own aspirations. I won’t force you.”

Given his status, inviting once was enough; he wouldn’t invite a second time.

The mist rose again, and the power of the Great Dao enveloped him, hiding his form once more.

Using his Great Dao power to preserve his vitality, although not as effective as self-sealing, still significantly slowed the loss of vitality.

The Third Ancestor laughed heartily, “Old Gu, don’t waste your efforts. If this kid wanted to join a force, it wouldn’t be your turn.”

Gu Cang chuckled, “Indeed, just the ninth-grade origin spirit vein alone is something I can’t offer.”

The Third Ancestor’s meaning was clear: if Lin Moyu wanted to join a force, the Lu Feng Merchant Guild would be the best choice.

Just the ninth-grade origin spirit vein alone suppressed other forces.

Lin Moyu hadn’t even accepted the Lu Feng Merchant Guild’s invitation, so he was even less likely to join another force.

The Third Ancestor laughed, “You know well enough. This guy is stubborn and doesn’t need to join any force, right?”

His words had a deeper meaning.

Gu Cang understood, and a white jade token flew towards Lin Moyu through the mist.

The token was cold to the touch, colder than ice, enough to freeze an ordinary Dao Sovereign.

The front of the token was engraved with the character “Cang,” and the back depicted a vast glacier.

“This is my token. If you ever visit the Cold Water Holy Land, present this token, and the elders will know.”

Gu Cang understood the Third Ancestor’s words. If he couldn’t recruit Lin Moyu, he could at least befriend him.

Forcing someone to join wouldn’t be as beneficial as becoming friends with a genius like Lin Moyu.

Lin Moyu accepted the token, “Thank you for your kindness, senior. I’ve heard the Cold Water Holy Land has beautiful scenery, and I’ve always wanted to visit.”

Gu Cang replied, “The scenery is indeed quite nice.”

The other two ancestors remained silent, appearing aloof. Lin Moyu didn’t know their origins and didn’t bother to find out.

If they didn’t speak, he wouldn’t engage with them.

Finally, Lu Fengyao finished refining her array disk. The Third Ancestor waved his hand, dispersing the mist to reveal a path to the God-Slaying Sect’s ruins.

The path was filled with death energy and countless broken stones.

At the end of the path stood an ancient, pitch-black stone mountain, shrouded in death energy and divine light, creating a bizarre and eerie scene.

Ancient and desolate auras emanated from the mountain. The Holy Maiden of the Immortal Lotus and the other four took deep breaths, their expressions turning serious.

It was their first time seeing the ruins of the God-Slaying Sect, and they felt the indescribable ancient aura, making their expressions complex.

As prodigies, their spiritual senses were extremely sharp, and they sensed danger within.

Dongfang Wuwen whispered, “A prehistoric sect, though only ruins remain, its power is still palpable.”

The Holy Son of the Myriad Illusions added, “It’s not just powerful; it’s also very dangerous. I can sense the Great Dao’s power within the divine light.”

The Holy Maiden of the Immortal Lotus remained silent, but her furrowed brows showed her wariness.

Lin Moyu approached Lu Fengyao and whispered, “Congratulations, Sister Fengyao, on making the top ten.”

Lu Fengyao smiled, “Thank you. Where did you go afterward?”

Lin Moyu glanced at the Third Ancestor, “I was summoned.”

Lu Fengyao understood and handed him a bead, “This is a protective divine bead. Keep it; it might come in handy.”

The bead was warm to the touch, and Lin Moyu could feel the powerful energy within.

He knew the bead was extraordinary, at least a third-realm Dao Sovereign artifact, extremely valuable.

He instinctively wanted to refuse, but seeing Lu Fengyao’s slightly warning look, he accepted it, “Thank you, Sister Fengyao.”

Lu Fengyao smiled, “That’s more like it. Be careful inside.”

Lin Moyu replied, “I will. You too, Sister Fengyao. Don’t push yourself if there’s danger.”

Lu Fengyao snorted, “I should be the one saying that to you. How can you steal my lines?”

Lin Moyu laughed, “It doesn’t matter who says it.”

Lu Fengyao patted his shoulder, “Stick close to me inside. Don’t get separated.”

She acted like a big sister, as if saying, “I’ve got your back.”

Lin Moyu nodded in agreement.

The information mentioned that the God-Slaying Sect’s ruins were filled with traps, making it easy to get separated and face dangers alone.

Staying together wouldn’t be easy.

The Third Ancestor’s hope for Lin Moyu to take care of Lu Fengyao was just that—a hope.