True Invincible

Dao the Second wore a Daoist Robe, carried an immortal sword on his back, and wore a Fish Tail Crown.

Beside him, his junior brother Lu Chen leaned over the railing, a Lotus Crown on his head and a yellow sparrow perched on his shoulder.

In years past, White Jade Capital's Great Sect Master, the Dao Ancestor's first disciple, wore a Ruyi Crown and a peachwood talisman at his waist. He could accept disciples on his master's behalf, of course, because his Dao was closest to the Dao Ancestor's.

The immortal sword on Dao the Second's back trembled without cease. Rosy light spilled from its sheath, and golden cloud-script characters, each a Great Dao manifestation, appeared one after another. Yet the moment they emerged, Dao the Second's vast Daoist power, almost solid in its density, confined them. The contents of those secret Daoist scriptures and sacred proclamations could only flicker in and out of existence within a few inches. Countless fish might swim a stream, but their lives and deaths remained forever in the water. They could not leave the riverbed's world. Now and then, one leaped clear and glimpsed a little of the world's true face, only to fall back into the water.

Lu Chen teased, "With killing intent that strong, senior brother, be careful you don't provoke the Great Xuan Du Temple into activating its sword formation and challenging White Jade Capital. Our Daoist Master Sun has put up with you for a long time. Good thing I found you a junior brother. Otherwise, assembling all five hundred Spirit Officers over on the Fifth Continent might have taken quite a few more years. Three hundred at the outside, a hundred at the least. Hardly ideal."

Dao the Second gave no opinion. The millennia-old feud between White Jade Capital