"Why did I let my guard down for a moment? How did Ling Yuanzi end up taking on a disciple?"
The Daoist in the blue robe emerged from the void. His attire was almost identical to Daoist Ling Yuanzi's.
He wore an exceedingly simple blue Daoist robe, held a horsetail whisk in his hand, carried a treasured sword on his back, wore a Daoist hairpin atop his head, and had white hair and beard.
The only difference between him and Ling Yuanzi was that... at this moment, he was glaring furiously, his face twisted with anger.
Judging from the Daoist's tone, he was clearly from the Innate Dao Sect.
Lin Bai raised his head and looked twice before murmuring inwardly, He isn't the Daoist Spirit Huangzi I met before, but another expert from the Innate Dao Sect.
He's also a Great Mystic Art User.
Even Lin Bai could not help sighing emotionally. These ancient forces, which had existed and been passed down since the Primordial Era, truly possessed astonishing foundations.
The Devil Realm and Spirit Realm were both currently suffering from a lack of resources, yet they could still dispatch several existences at the level of Great Mystic Art Users with ease.
In the Primordial Era, when the resources of Heaven and Earth had been abundant, who knew how many "Earth Immortals" and "True Immortals" those ancient forces had possessed?
Ling Yuanzi, who had come from the Dao System of the Spirit Realm, took one look and said with a bitter smile, "Daoist Brother Ling Kongzi, it's been nearly three thousand years since we parted in the Spirit Realm that year, hasn't it?"
"Daoist Brother, have you been well?"
Upon hearing this, Lin Bai suddenly understood many things.
Just as the Palace Lord of the Demon Palace had told Lin