The Daoist temple was not luxurious, yet it possessed an air of extreme antiquity and simplicity.
A wooden plaque hung above the gate, bearing the three large characters: "Three Pure Ones Temple."
The calligraphy was ancient and vigorous, each stroke seeming to contain Great Dao Principles. Looking at it for too long gave one the sensation of one's Nascent Soul sinking into it.
The temple gates stood half-open. Through the crack, one could see an ancient pine standing lush and green in the courtyard, beside a deep, ancient well.
The leading phantom said to Haotian, "Please wait a moment, Daoist. We will go announce your arrival."
As soon as the words fell, the two phantoms turned into streams of light and vanished through the gate.
Haotian stood before the entrance and waited calmly.
He could sense three vast, abyss-like auras within the temple, each several times more powerful than Bai Ze.
A moment later, the temple gate opened with a creak.
The one opening it was a Green-robed Daoist Boy who looked to be around eleven or twelve years old, yet already possessed the cultivation of a Heavenly Immortal.
The Daoist boy respectfully bowed to Haotian. "Esteemed Master invites you in. Please follow me, Daoist."
Haotian nodded and followed the Daoist boy into the temple.
They crossed the front courtyard and arrived at the main hall.
The hall was simply furnished. Only three Prayer Mats were arranged in a triangular formation, with a Daoist seated upon each one.
On the prayer mat in the center sat a white-bearded old man with a lean, refined face.
He wore a Grey Daoist Robe and held a White Jade Fly Whisk. His eyes were half-closed, and his aura was long and profound, as though he had merged with heaven and earth.
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