Beyond the Light Sea.
Unlike any secret realm or Grotto-Heaven within the Light Sea, this region contained no profundities, no dazzling radiance—only an ancient, unadorned tea table.
A meditation cushion sat on either side of the tea table, equally devoid of anything supernatural. Yet strangely, when the immense power of Void Darkness, enough to make countless people lose themselves, reached the area around the tea table, it was as though it had fallen into an abyss. It was all swallowed up, unable to stir even the faintest ripple atop the table.
At this moment.
Two figures sat on the cushions at opposite ends of the tea table. Their appearances and temperaments differed, yet they gave off an indescribable sense of similarity.
Soon, one of the tea guests spoke.
He was a young man dressed in Daoist robes, with a gentle smile on his face. Vast Wisdom Light, like a boundless ocean, filled his eyes, where mysteries seemed to circulate.
"Fellow Daoist Tingyou, your [False Holding Spirit Transformation Art] is still far too crude. It only gives a general outline; there is no specific method of implementation."
As soon as he finished speaking, the white-haired, white-robed young man at the other end of the tea table smiled helplessly. "It can't be helped. My cultivation only supports my deductions up to this point. Using the [Transcendence Gate] to forcibly elevate one's status is theoretically feasible, but beyond that, even the cleverest housewife cannot cook without rice."
"That is why I came to seek your guidance, Fellow Daoist."
Faced with Patriarch Tingyou's praise, Dao Tianqi waved his hand somewhat shyly. "You flatter me. I am merely a few years older than you, Fellow Daoist Tingyou."
"Even without me, given a little more time to cultivate, you would surely be able to resolve these