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Several days later.

Unborn Temple.

The mandala ritual was in full swing. All manner of Buddhist light shone forth, and butter lamps burned eternally without going out, while fragrance permeated the air.

A streak of watery light descended, revealing Fang Daoyun, with Fang Daoling at her side.

"You... if you regret it now, there's still time."

Fang Daoling quietly sent the words through spiritual sense, only to receive silence in return, and irritation rose in his heart.

Then he recalled the remarks the cultivators of the main branch had inadvertently let slip over the past few days. It was as though his refusal to let Fang Daoyun participate stemmed from fear that the main branch would produce a Tara and turn around to suppress the second branch. The thought nearly made him cough up blood...

Yet when the moment came, he still could not help accompanying his cousin to this place that stirred such complicated feelings in him.

Here, he had successfully entered seclusion and forged his Dao Foundation, yet he had also suffered several years of inexplicable imprisonment...

And this time, he had come with a purpose as well.

"This time, they never explicitly said they were choosing only Taras. If I become a Duzi, I can likewise shelter the clan in the coming great war..."

"Unfortunately, I've heard that cultivators of Earth Virtue have a slight advantage. My cousin and I both possess Water Virtue Dao Foundations..."

As Fang Daoling and Fang Daoyun entered Unborn Temple, several masters immediately came over, their attitudes fairly cordial.

"Two faithful believers, please enter the Black Earth Court and wait for the time being..."

The two masters pressed their palms together. Fang Daoling hastily said he dared not accept such courtesy, then tried to slip them several spirit items that restored vital