Death... and me

Malo couldn't believe he had the chance of seeing Rean again. "How can that be?! I saw you leaving all those years ago!"

Rean nodded. "You were not wrong. Roan and I truly left that day. You have no idea how many things happened since then. In any case, I'm just passing by this planet to pay you guys a visit. I'm returning to the Realm of Gods once I end my deals here."

Malo then took a deep breath as he calmed down. "I see... so Ancestor Rean and Roan now have the power to come down to the Mortal Realm and return to the Realm of Gods as you see fit. I can only wonder how strong you are now. How are the others?"

Rean smiled. "Everyone is fine. Qia and Calina are still in the Realm of Gods. The Golden Drohare left our group a long time ago, returning to his own race. As for the other experts and demon beasts who entered the portal back then, I don't really know. I can only hope they are doing well."

Rean then asked the question on his mind. "By the way, my Divine Sense is strong enough to cover every centimeter of this planet. Yet, I couldn't find Malaka anywhere. Let alone her child or husband. In fact, you are pretty much the only one I found... and you are quite old already."

"Sigh... nothing much really happened to them, to be honest," Malo explained. "They simply reached the end of their lifespans without being able to break through. Naturally, they died of old age. Of our batch back all those years ago, I was pretty much the only one who succeeded in entering the Soul Transformation Realm."

Rean wasn't surprised by the answer. In a certain way, the Soul Transformation Realm could be considered even harder than the breakthrough into the Transition Realm. After all, unless you have something like the Void Shattering Pill that can make you reach the Void Tempering Realm straight away, you will find it very hard to enter the Soul Transformation Realm. One can not forget that the only way to enter the Soul Transformation Realm without that pill was to find one's own path.

For some people, it might be as easy as turning one's hand. By the time they reach the Peak Stage of the Nascent Soul Realm, they instantly breakthrough into the Soul Transformation Realm. However, such experts were extremely rare. The majority who reached that level usually spent most of their lives cultivating, so what path was there for them to follow? That is why even in the Realm of Gods, the barrier between the Nascent Soul and Soul Transformation was where the majority got stuck for life. "Turns out Malaka couldn't find her path..."

Malo nodded with a solemn expression. "Indeed. Other than me, only Glennie broke through the Soul Transformation Realm. Sorry, ancestor. I know you held sister Malaka dearly in your heart. However, there was nothing I could do about it."

Rean shook his head. "That wasn't your fault, nor was anyone's. Such is life, that's all." Rean then remembered something. "Where did you bury her? I would like to pay a visit."

Malo immediately took the initiative. "I'll bring you there right now, ancestor. She is buried in the ancestral land of our Sect. Only those who contributed greatly to our Freedom Sect are put there. Her family is there too."

Malo quickly left the chamber, bringing Rean through the corridor leading out of the place. The first time they passed by a few guards, the guards felt like they saw a ghost. Rean and Roan's statues were pretty much everywhere in the Freedom Sect, so Rean, who hadn't changed much since that time, immediately got their attention. "This... Ancestor Malo, could it be...?"

Malo glanced at them with a cold expression. "Quiet! You haven't seen anything, do you understand?"

Rean laughed in response. "Hahaha! It's fine, it's fine. Like I said, my Divine Sense can cover the entire planet, so I've seen the many statues of Roan and me around it, too. To be honest, there wasn't really a need to worship us like that, so it makes me feel a little embarrassed instead."

Hearing Rean's words, the guards immediately kneeled down. "Sorry for our imprudence, great ancestor!"

"Great ancestor?" Rean looked at them, confused.

"Ahem..." Malo pointed at himself. "I'm the ancestor now, you know? So, since you were my Sect's ancestor back then..."

"Hahaha!" Rean laughed once again. "So that makes me the Great Ancestor. I see, I see! That's truly amusing."

Rean then touched one of the guards on the shoulder. Suddenly, a burst of Spiritual Energy came from that guy, and he went from the Nascent Soul Realm Middle Stage to the Late Stage. "This..."

That guard couldn't believe what just happened. He had been stuck on the barrier between the Middle and Late stages for over twenty years already. Yet, it didn't matter what he tried. He couldn't take that next step. Yet, just a single touch of Rean's hand was enough for the barrier to break like an egg thrown at a rock. "T-Thank you, Great Ancestor!" he dropped his head even lower, deeply moved by Rean's help.

Rean waved his hand. "It's nothing. I just saw that your Dantian Got stuck due to a clot in the main meridians leading to it. I simply cleaned the passages. The breakthrough simply came as a natural after-effect."

The other guard looked at his friend with envy. However, Rean didn't do anything to him. "Your cultivation is going just fine. You don't need my help."

The other guard quickly dropped his head as well. Hearing from the Great Ancestor that he was following the right path was already a great favor. "Thank you, Great Ancestor."

"So, shall we keep going?" Rean looked at Malo.

Even Malo couldn't have done what Rean did, so he was quite impressed as well. "Uh? Oh! Right! Yes, let's go."

A few minutes later, they entered the ancestral land of the Sect, where Rean quickly found Malaka's grave. As soon as he got close to it, Roan and Kentucky appeared on his side.

Checking the skeleton with his Divine Sense, Roan was absolutely sure that it was the Malaka's. In the end, Roan couldn't help but chuckle. "Heh... Would you look at that? To think it would be so quiet even though she is right here in front of me." Yet, the usual coldness of his face was nowhere to be seen.