Passing on the Dao

The Great Void lay shrouded in mist.

Heaven and earth were dim. In the distance, a city seemed to stand.

Its gates were shattered and its plaque half destroyed, yet someone seemed to have added a few fresh strokes.

It no longer read Jing City. It read—"Fengdu"!

"Ahhh!"

"Yuan... you truly deserve to die!"

Man stared at the ruined city in the distance, his face dark as still water.

"Man... what should we do?"

Behind Man, several Grand Witches exchanged glances, unwillingness written across their faces.

Man raised his head and looked toward the sky.

A clear boundary seemed to divide heaven and earth. Once inside Fengdu's territory, whether the Great Sun hung high outside or the Lunar Yin shone bright, everything turned gloomy.

It was as though a velvet curtain had become an everlasting haze, shrouding all of Fengdu City.

Even from afar, he seemed to hear countless wails. The power within him sounded a warning of its own accord, bringing with it the thick scent of death...

Though Man was a Grand Witch of the Shaman Terrace, he had never won a "rank's" favor and had spent all this time seeking opportunities elsewhere.

He had not expected several Grand Witches to flee to him with such dreadful news.

"Yue... no, [Moon God]! You watched all this happen... and [Eastern Sovereign Taiyi] too... Have the sun and moon ceased to shine upon our Great Jing?"

Man murmured, and two streams of bloody tears ran down his face.

"Grand Witch, mind your words!"

Man could speak without restraint. After all, he had long followed the Plain King and shared a bond with Yue like that of senior and junior disciples. But his words frightened the Grand Witches behind him half to death.

"Enough... Once I become a Shaman God, I'll