Afterward, he went alone to the clan's forbidden grounds. Only the clan chief or someone appointed as the next chief could enter this place. The chief entered through an inconspicuous door.
But the scene inside was astonishing. The space was enormous, yet only a divine stone glowing blue floated in the center. The emptiness around it was enough to make one's heart tremble.
The chief followed a small path suspended in the air to the divine stone. He reached out his hand as though communicating with it through his mind.
The moment the chief's hand touched the divine stone, its radiance became even more dazzling. Some of his injuries were healed, and he murmured, "Dao Lord Taichu."
Then the divine stone's glow dimmed.
The chief pressed his palms together and bowed to the divine stone. Then he walked out with his head lowered, hesitation still written across his face as he kept muttering:
"How is this possible? How could it be him?"
Meanwhile, Dao Lord Taichu was frantically arranging accommodations for these living dead. There were over a thousand clan members in total—men, women, old people, and children. He had to settle them one by one, and they could not speak; they only followed orders.
He had been away for so many years that he did not recognize most of the people in the clan, much less know where they lived. He now regretted using the secret technique on them. Even tying them up and bringing them back would have been better than this.
Just as Dao Lord Taichu was worrying over the matter, Bai Ling'er ran over and shouted:
"Dao Lord, you've worked hard these past few days. Don't take my father's words to heart. He's old, and with everything that has happened recently, he's feeling terrible too."
Dao