3 Bright Immortal (1/2)

Back at the Bright Clan, the elders waited for the younger generation to wake up from their slumber.

Most of them would gradually wake up after half an hour, with the most talented ones staying for at most an entire day.

In the Bright Scripture, as long as you had high comprehension, the basic knowledge would keep appearing and you'd enter a state of trance. When you failed to understand something you'd automatically be expelled back to reality.

However, the knowledge there was not progressive enough. At some point, it stagnated and therefore it was a waste of time for the talented ones. The only real positive was that it made clear which members had greater comprehension.

As expected, after half a day, only Ming Qiu, Ming Bo, Ming Lan, and Ming Ren were still in slumber.

”As expected,” Elder Ming Zan said, ”...Except for Ming Ren. Didn't he last the entire day last time as well?”

The Patriarch nodded, ”As expected from Yu Ming's and Ming Shi's son. It's a pity his cultivation talent is terrible.”

All the Elders nodded. No matter how smart you are, if you can't cultivate there will always be a limit to your achievements.

After a few hours, Ming Bo and Ming Lan woke up at the same time. After an entire day, Ming Qiu woke up. The elders all greeted him with smiles.

However, none of them managed to harvest anything special from the scripture.

”Sigh, a waste of time. I don't understand why the Patriarch wants to keep this trad...uh?' Ming Zan was getting ready to leave when he noticed Ming Ren was still there in the same spot, ”...Patriarch!”

The Bright Patriarch immediately fixed his eyes on the remaining young man and worry could be seen all over his face. The Elders were astounded. No one lasted more than a day inside the scripture before.

”Patriarch…?” One of the oldest elders also looked worried, and the others noticed but didn't know why. Wasn't just a matter o time before he woke up?

”...Call Yu Ming here.” The Patriarch went over to examine Ming Ren's body, and Ming Zan hurriedly went to call Yu Ming over.

”...Is it?' The oldest elder from before asked the Patriarch, and he nodded, ”Heavens!”

All the Elders were lost, but soon Yu Ming came over. Of course, she already knew it was about Ming Ren, and her body swayed with worry, ”Patriarch, you called for me?”

The patriarch sighed, ”Ren didn't wake up from the scripture.”

”Oh, but he will soon, right…? I mean, everyone else has…” Yu Ming felt worry overcome her body.

”There is a chance he might not wake up,” the Patriarch added without delay.

Yu Ming almost passed out on the spot.

The oldest elder hurried to explain, ”It has happened before, during the Patriarch's youth.”

”W-what happened to him?' Yu Ming mustered her strength to ask. The elder only shook his head.

”Ren, Ren!!!” Yu Ming kneeled before her son and hugged him tightly. Ming Ren looked like a living doll, devoid of all response. She wept and then looked at the Patriarch in fury.

They all knew what she was thinking. The Bright Scripture was recognized to be nearly useless. If it was so dangerous, why would the Patriarch force the younger generation to go?

The Patriarch kept silent and endured the stares. He made a vow to carry the clan's tradition, a tradition that would only be taught to the next Patriarch. If he were to die before a Patriarch was chosen, the scripture would pass it on. At this moment, with this mother tears, he completely felt the weight of the burden on his shoulders.

**

In the scripture, Ming Ren finally woke up back at the Library. He sighed in relief as the familiar sight of books came into view and his eyes shone with passion. He already forgot his ”death” experience from before.

There were books on formations, pills, acupuncture, medicine, cultivation, and many more. All of them were basic, but last time he could only browse through a few of them. This time his reading speed was much faster!

As he kept reading, his senses were dulled for time. No matter how long it passed, for him, it was only a few minutes since he started. He kept reading until the last book was done, without stopping. He felt no need to eat, sleep, or even breath. It was paradise.

After all the books were done, Ming Ren had a smile on his face, expecting to go back to the inner courtyard of the clan right away. But this time it was different. Once again he felt the bright light take away his consciousness, and he woke up at another battlefield.

This time it was a beautiful land with a lot of green and marvelous constructions, somewhat similar to his Bright Clan, only on a much grander scale. He never saw anything like it in his life, not even on the storybooks he loved to read. It was as if that place was the dwelling of the Gods.

The beautiful scenery was soon covered with blood and despair as several armies of cultivators crossed blades and killed each other. On one side, people fought with familiar techniques that he recognized as the Arts of The Bright Clan, only much more powerful than the ones he knew.

On the other side, several different clans attacked. After a great loss of life, the familiar clan was expelled from their ancestral land, and allowed to leave with their lives only, leaving behind treasures and relics.

Ming Ren saw the moment were, on the body of an elder, a familiar image appeared.

The Bright Sculpture!

Since it had no aura nor the appearance of a treasure, and it could even blend within the bodies of the clan members, it was not left behind. At that moment, Ming Ren had the final confirmation that this was his Bright Clan!