"If there's still hope for him." Chu Mo said indifferently.

"There is hope, there must be! Surely there is!" the elder said eagerly, "I, I will contact him, as long as I contact him, he will definitely come back!"

"Wait a moment." Chu Mo extended his hand to stop the elder.

"What is it?" The elder looked at Chu Mo, then realized, "I forgot to introduce myself, I am Tu Yong, the Great Elder of the Ancient Sword Sect..."

"Elder Tu, I don't mean that." Chu Mo looked at the Great Elder of the Ancient Sword Sect and said solemnly, "There's something you may not have considered. If... our fellow Windwalker is well aware that he's become a demon, and... he doesn't wish to be sealed, then, have you thought about what to do?"

"Uh..." Tu Yong suddenly froze, staring blankly at Chu Mo, his mouth twitching. This most powerful elder of the Ancient Sword Sect, a Quasi-Supreme realm powerhouse, showed a bit of bewilderment and helplessness in his eyes, "I... I didn't think about it, I really don't know... what to do."

"And, if he is unwilling to be sealed by me, if he resists and tries to kill me, then... what should you do, Elder Tu?" Chu Mo asked.

"I don't know, I really didn't think about it. He wouldn't do that... he definitely wouldn't. I know, he's a good kid, really a... good kid." Elder Tu's voice grew lower and lower. He was no fool; he naturally had a deeper understanding of his own disciple.

If Windwalker was truly someone willing to be sealed, then maybe he would never have left the Ancient Sword Sect. Especially at that time when they had a falling out, the words Windwalker said—that one day he would prove to his master how outstanding he was, and that he vowed if the sect ever faced peril, he would definitely return—all these words hinted at certain messages.

But Elder Tu, the Great Elder didn't want to believe it, always deluding himself. In this world, no one is a saint, how many can truly be heartless?

Elder Tu fell into a long silence, his heart filled with struggle and torment. On one side was the greater good of the Human Clan!

The Demon Clan was the enemy of the entire Human Clan, no one would deny that. The conflict between the two was irreconcilable, and when they met, it would be a fight to the death!

On the other side was his own disciple, whom he had raised since childhood, as if he were his own.

The saying 'the greater good should override family love' sounded easy, but how many could actually do it?

Chu Mo didn't rush him. In such a situation, he would be just as conflicted. But he would definitely choose to seal him and wait for the day when he truly possessed the means to reach the heavens, and then save him.

"Alas, I'll call him back." Elder Tu thought for as long as it takes an incense stick to burn, then raised his head, looking somewhat apologetically at Chu Mo, "But when he comes back, could you give us, father and son, a chance to be alone?"

"Of course, if you can persuade him, that's naturally the best," Chu Mo said.

"Thank you," Elder Tu said softly.

Chu Mo nodded.

At this moment, Elder Tu suddenly raised his head again, looking at Chu Mo with an expression full of anticipation, "Young Master Chu, do you have a way to distinguish members of the Demon Clan?"

In the end, deep down, Elder Tu's heart was still torn; he still hoped that his disciple, whom he had raised from childhood, had nothing to do with the Demon Clan! Perhaps it was for some other reason that he left. Maybe it was a whim, maybe it was just that the child had grown up...

Chu Mo gazed into Elder Tu's eyes, and he thought of his own master, and also of his father. In that moment, Chu Mo truly felt a sense of compassion.

"There is," Chu Mo said, "But I also hope I am wrong."

"Forget it... I'll contact him," Elder Tu sighed deeply, took out a messaging stone, and without hesitation, he reached out to Windwalker.

The response came quickly from the other side: "Master? You... why did you think to contact me?"

Hearing the word 'master,' Chu Mo could clearly feel Elder Tu's body tremble slightly, his eyes reddening a bit.

Windwalker on the other side... he seemed to sense something too, his voice raising a bit, "Master... what happened to you? Is there something wrong? Speak, Master. Who dares to provoke you? I..."

"My child, how many years has it been since you came back?" Elder Tu closed his eyes slightly, not wanting to let his emotions show.

There was silence on the other side for a while, then a voice came through: "Master, are you really okay?"

"I'm okay, just missed you a bit. That's all... let's leave it at that..." Elder Tu said in a low voice.

"Wait... Master... don't hang up," Windwalker's anxious voice came from the other side, "I'm coming back now, Master, I'll return immediately, wait for me one day! After one day, I'll definitely appear before you, although right now... I'm working on a big task, but there's nothing more important than your call, Master. Wait for me, Master!"

After saying that, he immediately turned off the messaging stone.

Chu Mo acutely noticed the phrase in Windwalker's words: working on a big task.

For someone who had become a demon, and who now seemed to have willingly become one, what kind of big task could he be doing? The bigger it is... the greater the threat to the entire Human Clan, right?

He glanced at Elder Tu.

Elder Tu's gaze coincidentally met his own.

Then, both of them let out a slight sigh.

Chu Mo said, "I have offended the members of the Ancient Sword Sect before; let me go and treat them."

Elder Tu was slightly startled.

Chu Mo said, "Such injuries to the Dao, if not treated by myself, would at least take decades to recuperate from. I don't want my actions to affect their combat power when the Demon Clan descends."

"Then we'll trouble Young Master Chu," Elder Tu sincerely thanked him, but then he quickly realized something and looked at Chu Mo with concern, "The Demon Clan descends? Do you mean... the Demon Clan will definitely be able to descend into our world?"

"The last of the arrays remains elusive, and I guess that this array is probably not even in the Heavenly Realm. Perhaps it's in some outer domain, or somewhere else, but in any case… it's certainly very secretive," Chu Mo explained.

"We will find it, we must find it. The Demon Clan cannot be allowed to descend into our world…" Elder Tu's eyes carried a hope that even he didn't quite believe in, but his voice was filled with determination.

At that moment, he wasn't the great elder of the Ancient Sword Sect, nor was he a Quasi-Supreme being of extraordinary strength. He was just a simple old man, devoid of dominance or arrogance, left only with endless worry.

Elder Tu brought Chu Mo back to the Ancient Sword Sect. Along the way, Chu Mo received quite a few cold stares.

In this sect of just a few hundred people, the slightest incident would quickly spread. Not to mention something as serious as a group of people getting hurt. Hence, everyone who saw Chu Mo had an unfriendly expression. If Elder Tu wasn't there, they probably couldn't have resisted attacking.

Even though they knew they were no match for Chu Mo, they would not hide away and curse him in their hearts.

Elder Tu quickly brought Chu Mo to the place where the injured were recuperating. Upon seeing Chu Mo, everyone was shocked and on guard.

Then, Elder Tu sent everyone away and said to the injured, "Let bygones be bygones, a misunderstanding. Although you all suffered, let's move past this. Young Master Chu is here to treat your wounds to the Dao."

These individuals, although filled with confusion and showing complex emotions on their faces, felt their hearts blossoming with joy!

Truly, their hearts were erupting with happiness, joy that couldn't be described in words.

Initially, they had all underestimated their injuries.

To a high-ranking emperor, injuries were nothing serious. Battles between cultivators of the same realm were always extremely dangerous. Severed limbs could grow back, severe wounds could heal, even a severed head… could be reattached! So at first, they didn't pay much attention.

But soon, they realized something was wrong. Limbs that should have easily regenerated were now… extremely difficult to heal!

The injuries to their Dao, like maggots to the bone, simply couldn't be purged!

Then they finally realized that the enemy they faced was not an ordinary cultivator!

He was a true immortal, but an extraordinarily terrifying young giant!

And the wounds they had suffered were not ordinary at all. Even a Quasi-Supreme being of their realm... couldn't have inflicted such injuries.

They felt like crying without tears, utterly depressed about the situation. After all, although they could blame Chu Mo for his initial impoliteness, their reaction was intense enough to wish to kill.

If they were no match, could they really blame others? Not to mention they were all clearly aware that Chu Mo had already shown great mercy!

Unexpectedly, after discussing with the great elder, Chu Mo reached some agreement and actually came back to heal them. This made them all want to cheer out loud to express their emotions. However, since they were just recently enemies, and because it was not a matter of pride, they had no face to cheer. They also didn't know whether they should thank Chu Mo, so each one had a complex expression on their face, very conflicted.

Fortunately, Chu Mo didn't pay too much attention to these matters. Knowing they were conflicted, he simply started healing them, taking back the parts of the Dao that belonged to him from each person.

To put it bluntly, this was the power of a law, Chu Mo's Dao, forming a strangling rule, which entered their bodies and continuously damaged these people's Dao.

There were not a few who could release such a deadly rule in this world; generally, a Quasi-Supreme could do it, even some high-ranking emperors could manage. But very few could implement such a powerful and terrifying killing Dao. Being able to control it with ease was almost unheard of!

At least Elder Tu had never encountered it before! He had heard that in the endlessly glorious ancient era—an epoch ago—those supremes with realms so profound they were immeasurable and possessed earth-shaking talents, were capable of this extent.

And yet, this young man who appeared to be about thirty years old, he could do it too!

What people found utterly terrifying and unacceptable was that he was a true immortal cultivator.

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