Several days later, Wu Xuantian finally arrived at the Dao Virtue Sect's mountain gate at his leisurely pace.
Northern Mang's Dao Virtue Sect was a sacred site of Daoism! It could rightly be called Northern Mang's foremost sect.
Eighteen Daoist temples stood amid the surrounding mountains. Every day, over ten thousand pilgrims came seeking immortality and the Dao, or answers about their futures and marriages.
Its flourishing worship was beyond anything Mount Longhu or Wudang Mountain could match.
Over a thousand steps led up to the mountain gate. Beyond them lay a natural, ring-shaped limestone cave known as Heaven's Gate. Beyond that stood a floating mountain, said to be the cultivation ground of Northern Mang's imperial preceptor, Perfected Qilin. It was also the true heart of the Dao Virtue Sect; the other eighteen temples were merely adornments.
Since comprehending the Quanzhen path, Wu Xuantian's aura had become completely attuned to nature. Even peerless experts could detect no trace of cultivation on him.
Peerless experts were linked by the pull of their auras and could vaguely sense the locations of others at comparable levels. Now, however, Wu Xuantian could conceal those auras completely through the Divine Talisman.
Following the pilgrims, Wu Xuantian began wandering through the sect's outer temples. Each of the eighteen had its own specialties. Besides offering incense and prayers, people sought marriage prospects, official careers, children, fortune-telling, character divination, geomancy, and the like.
"Amitabha. This humble monk has come from the Two Chan Monasteries to spread the Buddhist teachings..."
Suddenly, a voice carried throughout the Dao Virtue Sect, every word perfectly clear. Hearing it, Wu Xuantian immediately understood.
Monk Longshu had arrived—the abbot of the Two Chan Monasteries, Spring Autumn Shijia, Li Dangxin's master, and the Buddhist sage of this age!
That solemn voice instantly drew countless pilgrims