As soon as Ren Qing finished speaking, ripples spread across the walls surrounding the main hall.
The faces of the Seven Immortals of the Temple slowly emerged. Lowering their eyes in trepidation, they said, "Your disciples greet you, Immortal Master. What would you have us do?"
When they noticed the strange phenomena inside the hall, they drew sharp breaths.
Ren Qing's appearance seemed little changed, but faint streams of light circled him, his skin shone with a purple-gold luster, and his aura had grown increasingly deep and unfathomable.
Staring at him for too long brought an agonizing pain, as though both body and soul were about to be torn apart.
"I shall give you an opportunity."
Ren Qing's voice was perfectly calm. "Seven Immortals of the Temple, you may either remain nominal disciples of Primordial Beginning Temple, with your future cultivation depending entirely on your own exploration..."
"Or enter my tutelage as True Disciples, and receive all your fortunes from me."
As he spoke, he half-closed his eyes, seeming to become a bottomless pit that ravenously absorbed Heaven and Earth Breath. The refinement of his purple-gold glazed body slowly advanced.
The Seven Immortals of the Temple fell speechless. How could they fail to hear that there was only one path open to them?
"We are willing to enter your tutelage, Immortal Master!"
They answered in unison, their voices filled with resolve.
Having already fallen to this state, they could forget about getting away unscathed. Besides, becoming True Disciples of Primordial Beginning Temple offered nothing but benefits. The Immortal Master's four disciples were proof: they hardly cultivated at all, yet their attainments kept growing. Sooner or later, they would reach Profound Immortal.
"Once you enter Primordial Beginning Temple, you must abide by the rule of nonaction."
With a thought, Ren Qing