Henry Bolton knew that in fact, fifty years ago, George Bolton had already reached the Void-Breaking realm, but for his sake, he stayed for another fifty years. Now that he had finally entered the early Nascent Soul stage, his master finally had the intention to leave. Although he was extremely reluctant to see his master go, he also knew in his heart that breaking through the void and pursuing the supreme Dao had always been his master’s greatest wish. Henry Bolton knew he could not, and should not, stop his master. After a century of cultivation, he could no longer control the tears from falling.

　　“Master, please take good care of yourself over there! Your disciple sincerely wishes you a smooth journey on the heavenly path!” Henry Bolton said with a slight choke in his voice.

　　Perhaps joy and sorrow are the most powerful weapons in the human world—even immortals cannot escape their sharp edge. Although he knew he could not hide from the divine sense of Henry Bolton, who had already cultivated to the Nascent Soul stage, George Bolton still quietly turned his head to the side, gently wiped away his tears, and then pretended as if nothing had happened, saying, “Pan’er, although you have already reached the early Nascent Soul stage, you grew up in this valley since childhood, have never experienced secular life, and have not tasted the joys and sorrows of the mortal world. This will be very detrimental to your future cultivation. Although you are now a hundred years old, your temperament is still as pure as a child’s. Such a temperament allowed you to focus single-mindedly in the early stages of cultivation, achieving twice the result with half the effort. But now that you have entered the Nascent Soul stage, if you have never experienced the joys and sorrows of the human world, your Dao heart will not be able to advance further, and you will not be able to dispel the interference of inner demons during cultivation. So after I break through the void and leave, you should also leave here and return to the mortal world for some training!”

Chapter Two: Farewell

　　“Disciple obeys!”

　　“When you go to the mortal world, do more good deeds! Do not bring harm to the world! If I find out that you have brought disaster to the human world, I will not let you off lightly!” George Bolton’s originally kind expression became extremely stern, and his voice suddenly rose by an octave.

　　“Disciple will definitely follow Master’s instructions!” Having never seen George Bolton speak to him so harshly, Henry Bolton was at a loss for what to do, and hurriedly responded with fear and trepidation.

　　Seeing Henry Bolton’s panicked appearance, George Bolton felt a twinge of pity in his heart. But George Bolton knew how dangerous the world was, and Henry Bolton’s heart was as spotless as a blank sheet of paper. Fearing that Henry Bolton might go astray, he could only steel himself to give a stern warning, even using a trace of divine power to leave a deep imprint on Henry Bolton’s spirit.

　　Seeing that Henry Bolton was still looking fearful and uneasy, George Bolton put away his stern expression and patted Henry Bolton on the shoulder. “Alright, there’s no need to look so nervous. As long as you remember your master’s teachings today, that’s enough. But if anyone bullies you, you must not disgrace my name, George Bolton! As long as the opponent hasn’t reached the Divided Spirit stage, even at your early Nascent Soul level, you definitely won’t lose to them. After all, your master entered the Dao through martial arts, not like those old fossils who only know how to cultivate the Dao!” At this, George Bolton couldn’t help but recall the days of settling scores and roaming the cultivation world, feeling a surge of heroic spirit. In fact, George Bolton had every reason to be proud. Back then, he created his own martial path, founded Wudang with his bare hands, entered the Dao through martial arts at a young age, and dominated the cultivation world for hundreds of years without a single worthy opponent, becoming a legend in the cultivation world. Even his four disciples, who had not reached the Nascent Soul stage, were quite famous in the cultivation world, where experts abounded.

　　“Disciple understands. I will never disgrace Master’s name!” Henry Bolton replied firmly.

　　Then George Bolton gave some instructions about the Wudang Sect and some matters to pay attention to in the mortal world. Finally, George Bolton looked up at the sky, then glanced around at the Xuanwu Immortal Realm where he had lived for hundreds of years, and finally fixed his gaze on his only disciple by his side. His eyes became a little misty, and he couldn’t help but want to gently stroke Henry Bolton’s head. Halfway through, he realized that the disciple who used to babble as a toddler was now as tall as he was. With a sigh, he changed his gesture to gently patting Henry Bolton on the shoulder. “There is no feast that doesn’t end. Your master is leaving now, so you must take good care of yourself!” As he spoke, he slowly extended his right hand, opened his palm, and a ring with an ancient style, exquisitely engraved with a scene of a hundred birds contending, appeared out of thin air in George Bolton’s palm.

　　George Bolton gently took Henry Bolton’s hand and put the ring on his thumb. “This ring has accompanied me for 500 years, and now I pass it on to you. This ring is called the Qiankun Ring, meaning it contains a universe within. It can be used for storage, and at times is also called the Qiankun Circle, an extremely hard top-grade magical artifact. Take good care of it. This is also the highest token of Wudang through the generations. Every head of Wudang knows this ring. Before you go down the mountain, stop by Wudang and see how it’s doing these days. If you have time, help look after it. After all, Wudang was founded by me!”

　　“Yes, Master!”

　　“Now I will teach you the incantation to use this ring!” Immediately, a series of incantations appeared in Henry Bolton’s mind. Following the instructions, Henry Bolton recited them with his mind, and sure enough, the ring instantly disappeared into his thumb. In that moment, Henry Bolton felt a sense of inseparable connection with the Qiankun Ring.