"This would be enough to make the cultivators of those top sects believe...
that this is a Spirit Transformation cultivator who had spent several thousand years in seclusion and had only just emerged into the world."
Cheng Buzheng mused inwardly, "At a time when the peak combat strength of every faction is depleted, acting under this identity, taking over the magpie's nest while the dove is away, and secretly gathering cultivation resources could not be more fitting."
"However, the finer details still need further polishing.
Especially the style of this Dharma robe—it must be changed to one from ancient times. The hair must also be arranged anew according to ancient methods...
Everything must be perfect, without the slightest flaw."
Not long after!
Following a careful round of adjustments, an old Daoist clad in an ancient cloud-patterned robe, his hair piled high in a topknot, his entire body exuding an aged, archaic air, appeared before Cheng Buzheng.
His aura was ethereal and profound, utterly unlike the cultivation methods prevalent in the present age.
Then, the Dharma body in the guise of the ancient-robed old Daoist raised a finger and tapped the empty air before him.
The next moment!
A gateway woven from countless illusory silver runes silently appeared in the low air of the quiet chamber, rapidly solidifying as it gave off faint spatial ripples.
The old Daoist formed by the Dharma body stepped forward, and his figure immediately turned into a fine streak of light, silently slipping into the floating gateway.
Once the Dharma body vanished completely...
the silver-rune gateway gradually faded as well, ultimately dispersing like a bubble without a trace, and calm returned to the quiet chamber, as though nothing had ever happened.
Cheng Buzheng's true body, seated cross-legged atop the Cloud Bed, gave the spot where the