True Person Chonghua bowed to the Celestial Master from his seat and said, "Celestial Master, no matter what, Ran Ming nearly caused the Celestial Mystery Sect to collapse and brought calamity upon countless believers. I must give the faithful an explanation."
Long Xian also said, "That's right. A trace of Ran Ming's Divine Energy still lingers within the Celestial Mystery Disk. How should it be dealt with?"
Celestial Master Lu nodded. "This matter should be brought to an end."
He flicked his Dust Whisk. Radiance spilled forth from the center of the Celestial Mystery Grand Hall, accompanied by the sound of flowing water, as though underground waters were surging up from below.
Where the luminous mist gathered, the stone slabs melted away, revealing a hollow. Then an octagonal golden disk covered in numerous mysterious talismans rose into the air.
This was one of the Celestial Mystery Sect's treasured artifacts, the Celestial Mystery Disk, which governed the secret rites of the thirty-six administrative seats and seventy-two sacred sites.
The object spun in midair and landed in Celestial Master Lu's hand. With a light sweep, he pushed out a wisp of Divine Energy from within. It fell into the hall and instantly transformed into Ran Ming's figure.
He did not look around. Silently, he bowed to Celestial Master Lu on the dais, then stood there without a word.
The fellow disciples in the grand hall all looked toward him. Their eyes held differing emotions—hatred, pity, or sighs.
Celestial Master Lu said, "Ran Ming, the Celestial Mystery Sect's tribulation has passed. Your calculations have all failed, and the mysteries of fate have been ruined, causing many believers to perish in consequence. This cannot go uninvestigated. Yet I acknowledge that you bore the tribulation with your own body. You may retain your name within