Gu An heard Perfected Lord Xuanmiao muttering to himself and fell silent.
He searched for blessed fortune all the way to my home?
His gaze fell upon the compass in Perfected Lord Xuanmiao's hand. He was curious what kind of treasure it was, to actually seek out blessed fortune. It was far superior to his White Spirit Mouse.
Ever since the Mystic Clarity Tree had appeared, the White Spirit Mouse had spent every day dozing and no longer went out to hunt for treasure. It was practically useless.
The forest was secluded in the dead of night, thin mist surging through the woods. Perfected Lord Xuanmiao could see ghosts drifting past, but he remained unmoved.
Whoosh—
A violent wind blew in from ahead, fluttering Perfected Lord Xuanmiao's Daoist robe and making him narrow his eyes.
"The Mountain God's domain is forbidden to mortals."
An ethereal voice rang out, causing Perfected Lord Xuanmiao to halt. He looked up, yet could not see the speaker at all. Even when he probed with his divine sense, he could not sense the slightest breath of life.
Perfected Lord Xuanmiao was certain he had not imagined it. He clasped his hands and said, "This poor Daoist is Li Xuanmiao, the sole inheritor of the Taiqing Lineage from Three Pure Mountains of the Chentang Dynasty."
His surname was Li?
Li Xuanmiao, Li Xuandao—if they were unrelated, Gu An would not believe it even if someone beat him to death.
The name Three Pure also reminded Gu An of the Three Pure Ones from Daoist mythology in Huaxia in his previous life. He wondered whether there was any connection.
There probably was not. Otherwise, the Investiture of the Gods he had written would already have brought trouble to his door.
Perhaps the Dao of the Three Pure