At the Xuantan Dharma Assembly, everyone fell into chaos.
When they rushed outside and saw the still-steaming scorch mark on the stone stele, the doubts in their hearts finally dissipated bit by bit.
In an unknown place, his Yin spirit returned to its shell, and Huang Bai opened his eyes again.
"That Xuanqing wasn't bad."
Thinking back to the reactions of those Taoist priests at the assembly, Huang Bai felt a little more at ease.
After returning to reality, he could see that his disappearance had not caused even the slightest ripple in the mortal world.
By this point, his earthly ties were more or less severed.
Before him, Li Xiuyuan had burned down his old home to cut off his worldly attachments; after him, Lü Dongbin had tested his mortal heart ten times to put an end to his earthly thoughts.
As for the Huang Bai on Earth, he was no longer him.
Now, he had only one identity: a Taoist who traveled through countless heavens and worlds.
Before leaving, Huang Bai was suddenly struck by the urge to play, so he decided to reveal a little of his divine power.
Of course, that was not the purpose. His purpose was the inheritance that came next.
Huang Bai immediately composed himself, formed a hand seal, and activated the Wall-Piercing Curse. He passed straight through walls toward the depths of Myriad Immortals Palace.
Inside a dark room, Xuanqing was still awake.
Many old books and incomplete scrolls lay piled on the table. Incense smoke curled through the air as he turned the pages one by one by lamplight, trying to uncover the origins of the man in the white crane mask.
He looked exhilarated, and there were even faint bloodshot veins in his eyes.
After cultivating the Dao for decades,