Lu Buzheng scolded, "The Cold Immortal Sect wants to meddle in my Lu family's affairs too? Since ancient times, only my Lu family has been worthy of being called the Dao Master."
Bai Wangyuan frowned. He hadn't cared whether Lu Yin called himself the Dao Master; in fact, he would have been delighted if Lu Yin did. But not long ago, Bai Xian'er had contacted him and told him that he had to stop Lu Yin from claiming the title. The words "Dao Master" had a special significance, and could bring unforeseen changes.
That was why he had come to stop him.
When he arrived in this starry sky and saw countless people stirred into a fervor by Lu Xiao Xuan, he became certain that he couldn't allow the boy to proclaim himself Dao Master. He didn't know why, but the moment those two words rang through the starry sky, he felt deeply uneasy.
It was like lighting a lone lamp on a boundless sea. Those two words were like a signal.
Lu Yin stared at Bai Wangyuan. The main purpose of convening the Heavenly Assembly was to rally the Fifth Continent and keep its cultivation legacy from being cut off. Of course, more importantly, he wanted to use the Progenitor's Sword to remove the Poison of Time. But if he failed, the words he had just spoken would serve to lift people's spirits. If he succeeded, those words would be the icing on the cake, raising his prestige even higher.
Beyond that, he had another goal: to test the waters.
The title Dao Master seemed to be no ordinary one. The Three Realms and Six Paths—according to Miss Fate, the Three Realms could never replace the Six Paths. He wanted to see what was special about the Six Paths,