How Could Someone Like This Attain Daluo? Saint Taiqing's Words Awakened Qingyuan, Leaving Him in a Cold Sweat
Taiqing Peak.
Qingyuan stood at the foot of the mountain.
He looked up.
The mountain was neither tall nor steep, neither remarkable nor picturesque. It was an ordinary mountain, quiet and plain, as though it had risen casually from the earth.
Dao resonance of effortless detachment drifted through the mountain.
That Dao resonance made one let go of everything, return to the source, and dissolve into nothingness, forgetting time, space, and oneself.
Qingyuan stood there.
Memories surged up.
He remembered Taiqing Peak.
He remembered everything on this mountain.
He remembered Great Master Xuandu, the Human Sect's first disciple and the Mystic Gate's Senior Disciple Brother.
He remembered calling him the Mystic Gate's Senior Disciple Brother, only for him to call Qingyuan Senior Brother Qingyuan instead.
He remembered Saint Taiqing teaching him the Dao.
He remembered Saint Taiqing caring for him, protecting him, and treating him like his own child.
Those memories were all real.
Those memories were also all false.
To him, the present Taiqing Peak was merely an unfamiliar mountain.
To him, the present Great Master Xuandu was merely an unfamiliar person.
To Qingyuan, the present Saint Taiqing was merely an unfamiliar Saint...
Everything he had experienced had vanished.
Everything he had experienced seemed like bubbles and phantoms.
This reality distressed him so much that his Dao heart trembled.
He stood at the foot of the mountain.
A green ox walked out of the mountain.
His entire body was grayish-green, his build sturdy, his horns curved like the moon, and spiritual light flickered in his bovine eyes.
The green ox looked at him and spoke.
"May I ask if you are the great immortal Qingyuan?"
His voice was flat, as flat as a pool of stagnant water.
Qingyuan nodded.
"I am."
The green ox said, "My master invites you