Daoist Immortal Lingyun

Wang Tie Zhu stared without blinking. This time-reversal image was far too important—a reenactment of history. Not a single detail could be missed.

Only when the Illusory Shadow slowly faded did he turn to look at Wu De.

Wu De stood there blankly staring at the Illusory Shadow before him, his fists clenched so tightly within his long sleeves that they had turned white, his chest rising and falling faintly.

Only after the Illusory Shadow had completely vanished did he slowly withdraw his gaze.

At that very moment, the towering half-statue in the temple also lost its final wisp of divinity.

It turned into quicksand and pattered down. Within a few breaths, it had collapsed into a heap of grit.

Like incense burned to its end, after its final spark flashed, it went completely dark.

"Um... pardon me for asking, but the Dao Ancestor you mentioned just now—was that Daoist Lingyun?" Wang Tie Zhu probed. The temple, sealed away for countless years, had recorded what happened here who knew how many years ago through time reversal.

If there was anyone in the Eastern Lands World worth taking seriously,

then it had to be Daoist Lingyun.

Three hundred years ago, Daoist Lingyun had led the righteous sects of the Eastern Lands in slaying demons and exterminating devils, ushering in a golden age that lasted centuries.

Wang Tie Zhu had thought he was merely a formidable figure from the End of Dharma Era.

Strong though he was, he should not have surpassed the bounds of a cultivator.

But what happened afterward went far beyond his expectations.

On the banks of the Wei River, a Toad Demon had delivered Qin He a message from Daoist Lingyun across a span of more than three hundred years.

To be precise, it was two words: Whale