Xuandan Gate.
Beastmaster Sect.
Scenes like this were unfolding in both places.
Those who now stood at the highest ranks of the Four Holy Lands were mostly cultivators who had already been powerhouses a thousand years ago. They knew exactly what had happened with the Wushuang Sect.
The Kunlun Sword Sect was entirely dictated by Ji Wusi. His word was law. Whatever decision he made, the sect followed without question.
His stance was clear: support the successor of Wushuang Sect.
Qingxiao Pavilion operated under a strict hierarchy. One command from Lin Xiao, and no one dared question it.
Lin Xiao's reasoning was just as simple. He would not tolerate another sect rising to cast a shadow over Qingxiao Pavilion.
Since Wushuang Sect had already fallen, there was no need for it to be rebuilt.
But the Beastmaster Sect and Xuandan Gate were still deep in heated debate.
Some among the upper echelons believed they should assist in rebuilding Wushuang Sect. Others argued it was not their concern.
And as a result, their attitude toward the successor remained undecided.
In the end, they agreed on one thing: they would send disciples for now and wait until the Wushuang Sect's hidden trove was opened before making further decisions.
Before these disciples used their keys to teleport, the sect elders secretly planted tracking talismans on them.
No matter where they went, the talismans would reveal their exact location. And once that happened, the sects would also know where the treasure was.
What actions they would take afterward might require a joint discussion among the Four Holy Lands.
Lin City.
Sword Tomb.
Yun Jin had no idea that her simple act of synthesizing the key had triggered such a ripple effect among the Four Holy Lands.
Right now, she was merely studying the key with curiosity.
No matter how she tried to sense it, she couldn't detect anything unusual about it. Most likely, her cultivation was still too shallow to perceive the world's deeper truths.
The Tianpo Sword saw Yun Jin holding the key and spoke gently with satisfaction, "Young Master, now that the main key has emerged, the four bearers of the sub-keys will be drawn to this place in a short time. The true hidden trove is about to be opened."
Yun Jin narrowed her eyes slightly.
The Tianpo Sword continued, "This main key can bring up to five others into the trove with you. If you have trusted friends, you can take them along. However, their cultivation must not exceed the Divine Transformation stage. That was a rule set by the Master. With his power, no one in this world could break it. Even the Four Holy Lands must obey if they wish to enter."
Yun Jin knew perfectly well that the hidden trove of the Wushuang Sect was bound to be extraordinary.
If she could enter it, it would be an unparalleled opportunity.
But the question was—who should she bring?
First, her three senior brothers and sisters would definitely take three of the slots.
That left two remaining.
At the moment, Yun Jin couldn't think of anyone suitable.
Well… maybe…
She had someone in mind, faintly. But this was a serious matter, and she needed time to consider. She wasn't ready to decide just yet.
Gripping the key, Yun Jin looked at the Tianpo Sword and asked quietly, "You want me to rebuild the Wushuang Sect, don't you?"
The Tianpo Sword trembled slightly and looked at her with hope. "To be honest, Young Master, those four keys now belong to the Four Holy Lands. Their chosen disciples will arrive soon. You possess extraordinary talent, and the Master left behind the trove. With support from the Four Holy Lands, rebuilding the Wushuang Sect should not be difficult."
But the Tianpo Sword was, after all, just a sword.
To him, it seemed only natural that since the Wushuang Sect had once made great sacrifices for the world, the Four Holy Lands would surely give their all to help rebuild it.
Yet Yun Jin knew better.
The human heart is fickle.
If this had happened shortly after the Wushuang Sect's fall, the Four Holy Lands might have helped out of guilt.
But now?
A thousand years had passed.
In today's world, people only knew of the Four Holy Lands. The Wushuang Sect was long forgotten.
Would these four dominant sects really welcome the rise of a fifth?
In her heart, Yun Jin had always dreamed of establishing a fifth Holy Land. But this idea she had only shared with the people of Tianjian Peak. She had never told Ji Wusi or her other masters.
Why not?
Because of the nature of power and interest.
Who would willingly allow a new rival to rise?
No one.
And neither would the Four Holy Lands.
Opening the hidden trove wouldn't be as simple as it seemed.
Then Yun Jin's thoughts shifted again.
The Tianpo Sword was just a sword. It didn't understand the complexities of human nature, which was only natural.
But Wandao Sword Saint?
He was a sage who had once calculated the very fabric of fate.
If he had left five keys behind—and deliberately had four of them fall into the hands of the Four Holy Lands—then surely he had planned something.
Perhaps Wandao Sword Saint had his own ways of forcing them to help, whether they wanted to or not.
The thought of reviving the Wushuang Sect did weigh on Yun Jin.
It actually conflicted with her original plans.
She had intended to slowly develop Tianxing Sect into a Holy Land, step by step.
At the very least, in the early stages, she couldn't afford to expose her ambitions.
Once those ambitions were revealed, she would likely face suppression from the other sects.
Even with the support of her masters, they might not be enough to shield her.
But now, she was the successor of the Wushuang Sect.
The geniuses of the Four Holy Lands would soon gather here.
Which meant…
She could no longer stay hidden.
She and the Wushuang Sect would be thrust into the spotlight, and her name—Yun Jin—would be etched into the minds of the highest powers in the land.
And although she had always dreamed of making a name for herself—
This was a bit too much attention.
Even Yun Jin wasn't sure if she could handle that level of scrutiny.
"Young Master?" The Tianpo Sword noticed her silence and grew nervous. "Do you have doubts?"
This was the heir it had waited a thousand years to find. Before, all it had cared about was finding a successor. But now that it had found her, worry began to creep in.
What if the Young Master refused?
Rebuilding the Wushuang Sect was no simple task.
Yun Jin looked at the anxious Tianpo Sword and smiled gently.
Her voice was soft. "I have no doubts. I'll do my best to bring the Wushuang Sect back."
Even if it meant stepping into the eye of the storm.
Even if it meant putting herself in danger.
Still—
For those brave and selfless souls of the past, she would give it her all.
The legacy of the Wushuang Sect shouldn't be buried by time. She was willing to carry that burden.
Hearing her answer, the Tianpo Sword let out a long sigh of relief and said quickly, "Young Master, rest assured. I know reviving the Wushuang Sect won't be easy, but the Master left behind more than just plans. Once I leave the Sword Tomb, I'll absorb the other swords into my Sword Dao Space. Then I'll turn into a sword seal and remain by your side. I may not be able to fight for you, but I carry the power the Master left within me. The Sword Dao Space can train new disciples, and the Master's power can protect you. As long as I am with you, no one can harm you."
"Alright." Yun Jin responded with a smile.
Now that she had agreed—
It wasn't just idle words.
From now on, she and the Tianpo Sword would face every trial together, sharing both glory and hardship.