True and False Jade Plate
The compass in his right hand spun and whirled without pause.
Every gesture exuded the bearing of a master.
Looking at the compass, he let out a soft sigh.
"I stand here, with the road ahead deep and dim, chaos swirling like mist, no path visible in any direction."
"Peril lurks on every side, as though demons and monsters are circling nearby, hidden in the faintest shadows."
"This realm is treacherous and cunning, using some nameless force to veil the heavenly harmony and obscure the heavenly secrets, making it impossible for me to see through its mysteries."
"In such a predicament, I can only sigh in vain and cry helplessly. Human strength has its limits, while the Great Dao is profound and unfathomable."
After rambling on for a while, he put down the compass and walked over to a small vegetable patch.
A wooden gravestone unexpectedly stood in the vegetable patch.
It was clearly engraved with: The Sacred Seat of daoist disciple [Wang Feifan]!
Two rows of writing stood beside it.
"While alive, he practiced attaining utmost emptiness and steadfastly guarding stillness. Now he has ascended beyond mortality, freed from worldly toil."
"Born for the Dao, dying in pursuit of the Dao. The ascended one rests here in silence, yet the Dao's resonance remains."
This man was the Yellow Robe Holy Lord of Qingyun Mountain.
Everyone who knew him believed he had always remained within Qingyun Mountain.
In truth, that was not the case.
This was the place where he stayed most often.
And beneath the gravestone he was looking at, there was actually no corpse.
Wang Feifan's corpse had been taken away by Shen Wuxiao.
There was only one of Wang Feifan's Daoist robes here.
The Yellow Robe Holy Lord's real name was Wang