A bald Old Daoist floated above the grand hall.
He wore a flowing cloud-blue Daoist robe, an otherworldly aura spilling from his entire body as waves of supreme pressure radiated from within.
Hu Yang gazed at the bald Old Daoist above, deep in thought.
"So this must be the so-called supreme inheritance." Yet no matter how he looked at him, this Old Daoist did not seem like a good person.
At that moment, the Old Daoist was also examining Hu Yang. After a long while, he stroked his beard and smiled.
"Mm, not bad!"
Other than Hu Yang, the Spirit Medicine Palace's ten True Disciples were all forced to their knees by the pressure below, drenched in sweat and gasping for breath.
"Boy, what is your name?" the old Daoist asked Hu Yang.
Hu Yang pondered for a moment, then grinned and cupped his hands. "This Junior is Hu Yang. Greetings, Senior!"
"Hu Yang? Mm, quite distinctive."
In truth, the Old Daoist could not discern Hu Yang's exact cultivation either. He was astonished that Hu Yang could withstand his pressure.
Over the past ten years, Hu Yang had advanced at an astonishing pace. He had long since broken through the shackles of the Medicine Emperor Peak and had now become a Medicine Emperor Late Stage powerhouse.
Aside from the Palace Master, no one in the entire Spirit Medicine Palace had a higher cultivation than him. Because of his aura-concealing technique, no one had discovered it thus far, and Hu Yang had always kept a low profile.
"This Old Man is Xing Kong. Are you willing to join my Supreme Dao Palace?" the old Daoist asked bluntly.
"Supreme Dao Palace?" Hu Yang was puzzled. This was the first time he had heard of this sect.
Seeing Hu Yang's confusion, the Old