Reestablishing the Daoist Scripture Hall?

West Continent.

Halfway up a colossal mountain that seemed to connect heaven and earth, amid dense vegetation, stood a small thatched hut. On the sun-facing side of the hut, near the cliff edge, was a stone-carved chessboard. The black and white pieces on it were locked in a bitter struggle, clearly already at the endgame.

Beside the chessboard sat an ancient tea set. Two cups of plain tea gave off faint wisps of steam, yet there was no one there to drink them.

A mountain breeze swept past, making the dense vegetation around the thatched hut sway from side to side. One figure appeared out of thin air, followed by another. They sat on the cushions beside the tea table, drinking tea as they studied the unfinished game on the chessboard.

Half an hour later, a streak of light descended from the sky and landed before the thatched hut. This man wore a jade-green gourd at his waist, a blue narrow-sleeved Daoist Robe, and a wooden hairpin in his hair. A three-foot-long beard hung from his chest.

It was True Lord Yuanwu!

The moment he appeared, one of the two people beside the tea table flicked his sleeve. An invisible gleam flashed, and Cheng Xi appeared before True Lord Yuanwu.

After being dazed for two breaths, Cheng Xi recalled everything that had happened. Meeting True Lord Yuanwu's gaze, he felt every spirit vein in his body tremble. He immediately fell to his knees in a grand bow and cried, "True Lord above!"

True Lord Yuanwu said coldly, "You now have two choices. First, worship me. I will condense a strand of consciousness to help you conceal the Heavenly Secrets and advance to the Fourth Realm!"

With his head lowered, Cheng Xi's pupils contracted. This was the method of advancement Taiyan