Watching the vast stretch of land holding the Capital of Liu Kingdom rise into the air, wrapped in faint Black and White Energies and looking uncannily like a legendary immortal isle, the old Daoist spectator saw the wildly flailing black fiends below and knew it was extraordinarily dangerous. Gritting his teeth, he charged toward the land.
The cultivators of the Zhanglin Great World thought the old Daoist had gone mad.
Bai Yujun, coldly holding the land aloft, did not want to watch the old Daoist spectator be shredded by the Black and White Energies, so she let him enter this stretch of land.
The old Daoist happened to enter near the capital's Grand Canal. He had not expected that he could actually get in.
First, he was suppressed by the aura of the two unfamiliar visitors in midair. Then he noticed something wrong with the golden light from the temple at the city's highest point. It continuously radiated some kind of spiritual energy that affected mortals' souls, making countless people kneel and kowtow in fanatical worship. It was especially sinister.
As a native-born old Daoist, he naturally knew that temple was abnormal.
But he was merely one cultivator among the many sects of the Zhanglin Great World. Years ago, he had sensed that the temple was gathering the beliefs of mortals, yet he had been unable to stop it. The forces within the Great World were tangled together and competed against one another. If he went to tear down someone else's temple, it would surely provoke a conflict between factions. He could only keep one eye open and one eye shut, pretending not to see.
Who could have imagined that this temple hid a calamity that shook the heavens!
The old Daoist did not know whether the earlier group were