Moon Gazing Marketplace.
An old man in black robes walked along the street, mingling with the crowd.
"It's been many days since I last saw the master of Tide Listening Pavilion. Could cultivating the [Taishang Severing Origin, Seeing My True Nature Scripture] have caused him to suffer Cultivation Deviation? Heh heh... No matter how highly one extols the orthodox Profound Sect, there's still the danger of becoming Dao-formed... It's not as carefree as my [Great Dream Heart Sutra]."
The old man looked to be in his sixties or seventies. His beard and hair were completely white, and only a few strands remained atop his head. His appearance was utterly ordinary.
Thrown into a crowd, he could not be picked out at all. Even when people tried to recall him, all they remembered was a blur.
This man was Black Nightmare Old Man, the master of Moon Gazing Marketplace and a Rogue Cultivator of the eighth realm from a peripheral path.
Among Rogue Cultivators without a foundational grand method passed down to them, reaching the eighth realm was already enough to look down proudly upon all others.
"Lately, Tide Listening Pavilion has grown increasingly strange as well. Judging from the greeting last time, they seem to be planning to deal with a newly arrived Text Decipherer..."
Black Nightmare Old Man muttered to himself, yet no one around him paid him any attention, treating him as if he were air.
He arrived before Tide Listening Pavilion and hesitated slightly. "Though the master of Tide Listening Pavilion may have run into trouble, cultivators who have become Dao-formed and fallen into demonic deviation possess even more terrifying combat strength!"
As he thought this, his figure shattered like a soap bubble.
At the same time, a slightly illusory figure emerged from the shadow where he