They traversed various regions, crossing countless mountains and rivers. Along the way, they exorcised demons and killed ghosts, their Dao practice advancing swiftly. He stood out among them, his fa unmatched for a ti.
Until one day, the group arrived at an unnad small mountain. After winding paths, they found an ancient and rustic Daoist Temple.
This place was sparsely populated and naturally lacked incense.
Upon entering the temple, there were only three sticks of incense. The Divine Altar did not enshrine the Three Pristine Ones or the Jade Emperor, but an unknown clay figure with two faces on its head, formless and invisible, with hands forming a Seal, rging with the vast void.
"What kind of Immortal is this? I’ve never seen it before?"
At the ti, soone expressed their doubt.
"Could it be a depraved cult?"
In ancient tis, during tis of chaos wrought by demons, so falsely claid to be Immortals and instigated depraved cults to seize mortal incense.
This Daoist Temple is hidden in the mountains, devoid of human presence, indeed suspicious.
"In this day and age, where would you find such demons?" Wang Zhenhuang shook his head.
Coming from a prestigious family, he had exceptional knowledge. He knew that ordinary demons and ghosts could not endure mortal incense, let alone falsely claim to be Immortal Gods.
There is an old saying in the Daoist Sect: If one claims to be an Immortal, they are not of the mortal world.
Now, in the End of Dharma era, Pure Yang is but a legend, and such demons are even less likely to be seen.
"That is the Great Spirit Sect King."
At this mont, a light and slow voice ca from the corner.
The group looked to the source of the sound and saw a young man in a Daoist Robe erge. His skin slightly tanned, he walked barefoot, resembling a wild man from the mountains, with only his eyes emitting an unusually bright light.
"Who are you?"
"I am the temple priest here," the young man scratched his head, appearing as if he just woke up, and said calmly.
"You also practice cultivation?"
Seeing this, they couldn’t help but laugh. Each of them ca from prestigious backgrounds in cultivation, inherently feeling superior, and facing such a backwoods Daoist was akin to top-tier graduates eting a community college graduate.
"Daoist, what kind of Immortal is this Great Spirit Sect King? I’ve never heard of it before."
"The ruler of all spirits, the ancestor of all techniques!" The young man looked at the clay figure and said calmly.
"Hmm!?"
The group was slightly stunned, each showing a look of doubt.
"Ladies and gentlen, since you entered the temple, you are fated. Please donate so incense money." The young man spoke, prompting another round of laughter.
"You won’t make any money fabricating a false god here."
"Daoist, what’s your na?"
At this mont, Xiong Sanqi, who had always remained silent and unremarkable, spoke up from the group.
"Na!?"
The young man paused slightly, then lightly parted his lips and uttered four words.
"Great Spirit Sect King!"
Buzz...
The past images scattered, and the remains in the glass container slowly opened their eyes.
"You didn’t co to chat idly with , did you?"
"The Wuwei Sect is resurrecting, and among the disciples of my Wang Family, there might be soone..." Wang Zhenyu hesitated.
"Such entangled fates... Those crazed ones from the Wuwei Sect can’t endure loneliness any longer."
"Back then, Wuwei Sect experts were also involved in besieging that man... I want to know, what secret of that man did you reveal to the Wuwei Sect?"
"That made him treat you this way?" Wang Zhenyu asked solemnly.
This was a past event when this genius from the Wang Family had once followed that man’s footsteps. However, at the most critical mont, he betrayed him and leaked that man’s most crucial secret.
"After so many years, there’s no harm in telling you now."
Inside the glass container, the remnants gritted their teeth, grimacing as they spoke: "It was a colossal secret, one that concerned that man’s life and death..."
"Ten years ago, he was about to enter the Fifth Eternal Night Tribulation."
"That was the best opportunity to kill him!"
As the words fell, a piercing, maniacal laugh erupted from the massive glass container, causing the erald liquid to bubble vigorously.
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