Watching Old Man of the Imperial Ancestral Temple Battle Emperor Yuan, Forging the Dao Fruit Heroic Spirit

At dusk, the north wind blew the rain away; several lean, clear peaks emerged from the clouds.

First Mountain, Thatched Cottage.

The incense sticks burned, blue smoke curling upward.

A chilly spring rain scattered outside the house, yet it could not erode the warmth within the thatched cottage in the slightest. The old man seated before the Incense Burner lazily yawned and stretched.

"An Le... isn't this child the youth Old Six greatly admired, the one he gifted Mo Chi from the Mortal World Sword Box?"

"He only entered the Minor Saint Ranking not long ago. A few days back, he was still at dual Second Realm, and now he has entered dual Third Realm... With such talent, no wonder he took the initiative to trigger a change in the Minor Saint Ranking."

The old man picked up a bamboo slip upon which the Incense Ash had formed words, then walked beneath the thatched roof's eaves. Raindrops pattered outside, weaving a pearl curtain.

He blew lightly upon the bamboo slip, scattering the Incense Ash, yet genuine words appeared beneath it.

It was as though they had been engraved upon the bamboo slip, their traces impossible to erase even with time.

The old man chuckled. The bamboo slip in his hand actually floated up and slowly drifted out of the thatched cottage, accompanied by a clear crane's cry.

The bamboo slip transformed into a White Crane. Beating its wings, the White Crane broke through the spring rain and mountain mist, flying gracefully toward the mortal world.

A change in the Minor Saint Ranking naturally had to spread throughout the mortal world.

The one who caused the ranking to change would naturally become renowned.

Lights stretched into the distance. The spring rain gradually ceased, and starlight seemed to emerge in