Yet some of the Taoists within Qingchen Temple were not as excited as outsiders might have imagined.
Though a trace of joy remained on their faces, there was even more worry over whether this change would prove good or bad.
"Temple Master."
The younger Taoists at the back were less able to conceal their thoughts.
After all, they had spent so many years cultivating the Dao and quietly reading scriptures, only to finally behold the fabled Golden Core, the ageless Dao of Longevity, and matters beyond the mortal realm—Immortals beyond the mortal realm.
How could they not be excited?
"This is a good thing! If we prepare in advance, we too can cultivate and use this chance to glimpse the Great Dao of Longevity and the Golden Core."
"These essentials of Daoist cultivation are true secret arts that can genuinely be cultivated. Why should the Temple Master hesitate?"
"That is indeed reasonable."
Some were slightly flushed with excitement. Then an old Taoist beside them, his beard and hair both white, spoke up. He had lived most of his life and, just as half his body was about to enter the grave, had encountered the appearance of an Immortal and the legendary great opportunity.
No matter how he looked at it, this was his own Creation arriving.
Their gazes lingered on the incense offering table ahead, where a single Daoist manual lay.
That manual too had yellowed, curling pages and did not seem greatly different from the other Daoist texts they had read.
Yet all the Taoists present knew that it had come from the hands of that Immortal who had ridden the wind and stepped upon the waves, seeming like one of the divine.
"I am here because I saw that a change in Heaven and Earth was about to