Golden Bell Rings, Immortals Gather; Daoist Randeng Returns to the Chan Sect; Guangchengzi Defies All Bounds!

The Kunlun Mountain Range.

Outside Qilin Cliff, a figure slowly approached on an azure cloud.

Nearly every capable disciple of the Chan Sect had been sent out. Only a few Outer Disciples and servants, none of them fit for the grand stage, remained to guard the mountain gate.

There was no one else.

Guangchengzi gazed at the quiet Chan Sect, his eyes deep, as though he were looking across a vast expanse of space-time.

He came back to himself when an Outer Disciple guarding the gate called to him. "Senior Disciple Brother, you're back?"

"Mm."

Guangchengzi nodded and looked at the disciple. "You've had a hard time here in the Chan Sect. Keep up the good work."

The words left the disciple stunned.

It was as though he were seeing Guangchengzi for the first time. He stood rooted to the spot for a long while.

By the time he recovered, Guangchengzi was already walking up the mountain path.

"Thank you, Senior Disciple Brother! It's no hardship at all!"

The disciple dropped to his knees toward Guangchengzi's retreating figure, tears brimming in his eyes. "Guarding the mountain gate is no hardship for me. You're the one fighting outside to carve out a path for our sect, Senior Disciple Brother!"

Guangchengzi did not answer.

He continued up the mountain path.

But the corners of his mouth lifted slightly.

It seemed he had found a way to command his subordinates that worked better than tyranny and ruthlessness!

No wonder the First Disciple of Intercepting Sect had gone from decisive slaughter and swift action, to tempering severity with kindness and bestowing grace upon the Primordial Wilderness, to remaining behind the scenes and no longer appearing in the world.

There must have been a reason for every change.

Step by step, Guangchengzi climbed the mountain