The Three Realms Undergo Great Change

Daoist Xuantong's voice echoed all around, knocking at the heart. Only with this heart could it be seen and heard. Within and beyond the six realms, those who could hear this voice were no longer few.

True Person Yin withdrew his gaze and lowered his eyes, urging the strange-beast-drawn carriage onward. The hoofbeats rang clear, unhurried.

"Is the situation about to grow even more turbulent..."

he thought.

Looking at the lush green trees all around and the peaceful human world, his expression held a faint melancholy.

Inside the carriage, Yang Jiao was asleep with his younger sister in his arms. Only Yang Jian remained seated cross-legged despite the bumpy road, eyes closed as he practiced breathing and cultivation.

At the front of the carriage, Zhuang Zhou had both hands clasped behind his head, a willow twig between his teeth. He bit through one end, stripped away its skin, and chewed the pith, its bitter taste seeping out.

"Martial Uncle, are you going to the Three Pure Ones Dharma Assembly?"

"I'm not."

True Person Yin kept his eyes closed and said calmly, "The Three Pure Dao Ancestors' assembly will be held atop the supreme Great Luo Heaven."

"Immortals and gods will naturally gather there. Perhaps some old acquaintances will be present, too."

"I don't want to get entangled with them again."

"As for expounding the scriptures and teaching the Dao, the Three Pure Dao Ancestors' path is profound, but of no benefit to me. If I go up to Great Luo Heaven, there will only be endless disputes and entanglements. There's no point."

"I see..."

"Then I'll stay with you, Martial Uncle. I'm not all that interested in Heaven, anyway."

Zhuang Zhou answered lazily.

The carriage rolled onward, slow and steady.

Elsewhere, those who heard about the Three Pure Ones Dharma