A few days later.
White Bone Way, Deathless Temple.
The Great Void split open, revealing a figure in a snow-white fox-fur cloak, dashing and unrestrained in bearing. It was Bai Ziye of the White Clan's Purple Mansion.
Not long after, another streak of yellow light flew over. It was Fang Wuchen.
Yet at this time, not a single spirit creature was imprisoned within Fang Wuchen's dharma robe, making him appear far more downcast.
"Fellow Daoist Bai—"
Upon seeing Bai Ziye, Fang Wuchen was the first to cup his fists.
"Fellow Daoist Fang."
Bai Ziye smiled. "You came as well?"
"With the Lineage involved, I had no choice but to come. The Spirit Atmosphere in the south has changed drastically; Wind Rises, Rain Darkens, and another Great True Person has fallen at Cloud-Touching Cliff—"
Fang Wuchen said, "Even the Temple of the Source of All Dharmas in the Esoteric Treasury lost a great Dharma King to nirvana. Only after contacting my senior and junior brothers did I learn of Northern Zhou destroying Wu in the south, and Profound Void Heaven falling—"
"It is no longer Northern Zhou. It is 'Later Xia' now."
Bai Ziye smiled. "Northern Zhou changed its state name. After its southern campaign, it began its western expedition—clearly, it wishes to restore the territories of Heavenly Xia and accomplish the great undertaking that generations of enlightened rulers failed to achieve."
"Later Xia...?"
Fang Wuchen savored the state name. It seemed they were paving the way for that Marshal Xia—his momentum had likely already reached its peak.
It was only unknown why he had delayed proving his Dao. Could it be that he feared the Spirit Atmosphere of Jiangnan?
As the two Purple Mansion True Persons spoke, they arrived at the meditation chamber and met the four Dumu.
"The Dharma