Qi WuHuo looked up at this Passage Hall and nodded.
The old man gently patted his shoulder. A flowing aura enveloped him, concealing his presence and form.
Heaven and earth hid him; all living things lost sight of him.
His three souls withdrew into the Mud Palace, and his essence and qi returned to chaos.
Even the Heavenly Realm's Thousand-Mile Eye would never find his trace; even the Listening Divine Beast of the Underworld could no longer hear the slightest sound.
The old man handed Qi WuHuo the horsetail whisk he held and smiled. "I won't be going in."
Qi WuHuo bowed, then quietly entered the Passage Hall. Many people came and went, but none noticed him. Beneath the pines and cypresses, he saw a Daoist seated on a three-foot-high dais, a Ten-Extinction Crane Canopy above his head. His aura was deep and mysterious, and he held a Jade Ruyi as he expounded all manner of wondrous and arcane methods.
Qi WuHuo thought for a moment and decided not to reveal himself and ask questions just yet.
He held his hands before him, right palm cupped over the left, as he would when meditating. The horsetail whisk rested in the crook of his arm. Standing quietly among the people, he listened to this senior fellow disciple expound the Dao. His teachings were indeed profound and subtle.
He explained the methods of Gathering and Refining Primordial Essence and Primordial Prenatal Qi with exceptional clarity.
And yet Qi WuHuo faintly sensed that what the Daoist spoke of was likely something he had devised himself, based on the portions of the formula the old man had taught him. Compared to the old man's teachings, it was far less profound and subtle. After the Daoist finished expounding the Dao and answering his many disciples'