"Wei He's Primal Blood..." Wei He's heart stirred. If it had been something else, he might have worried a little.
But having cultivated the Whale Flood Art, Primal Blood was the one thing he had in abundance.
If the Seven Marvelous True Skill truly depended mainly on Primal Blood, then perhaps this time...
After chatting with the three for a while, he took his leave and headed out, intending to look around the area.
Though the Xuanmiao Sect was inferior to the Wushi Sect, it was still one of the great Daoist Sects. To possess a Blessed Land in an age of war was itself a mark of strength.
Leaving Daode Palace.
The surroundings were all mountain forests, while the distance was an endless sea shrouded in rain and mist.
Sunlight passed through the cold mist, seeming to lose even its warmth.
Around Daode Palace, disciples clad in Xuanmiao Sect Daoist robes constantly came and went, making the place seem quite lively.
Yet this place seemed different from elsewhere. The people passing by wore cold, tranquil expressions. Even acquaintances who occasionally met merely murmured a few words and exchanged brief pleasantries before swiftly parting.
Throughout the Xuanmiao Sect, mountain paths crisscrossed in every direction.
Beside the roads, one often saw large ornamental stones inscribed in cinnabar with various cautionary maxims.
Beneath each stone's inscription was a corresponding name. Wei He had never seen many of those names before; they were likely masters within the Xuanmiao Sect.
Facing uphill, he followed the mountain path onward.
But when he reached a checkpoint, he was stopped by the guarding disciple.
"To enter the mountain, you must show an Inner Mountain token." The guarding disciple sat cross-legged nearby, apparently meditating with his eyes closed. Only when Wei He approached did he open his eyes