The Spirit Ghost Sect was both righteous and sinister.
In some respects, its cultivation practices even bordered on those of certain lineages of the ancient demonic path.
Thus, it had always kept to itself.
Within its grounds, the Mission Hall had once been the busiest place.
Now its entrance stood quiet, and even some of the elders seemed to have lost their drive.
It was rather uncanny, yet there was truly no sign that they had been possessed.
"The Dao Heart?"
He guarded his own spiritual gateway.
This dao tribulation had come with overwhelming force.
He could not afford to underestimate it either.
If he, too, lost the desire to cultivate, the fate of the Daoist Lineage would be one thing, but he himself had no wish to become a mortal.
Moreover, such a change in the Dao Heart would likely be difficult to see through again.
He had also gleaned a few deeper implications from the ancestor's earlier words.
Clearly, even the ancestor dared not claim that he could preserve the Spirit Ghost Orthodoxy through the dao tribulation.
"But where is the human tribulation manifesting now?"
The Spirit Ghost Mountain Master swept his gaze across the sect grounds.
Some disciples had once cultivated with tireless diligence.
Now scarcely any of them could be seen in their cultivation caves.
Nor was the Spirit Ghost Sect alone in this.
The Daoist Lineages elsewhere were much the same.
The Seeking Dao Immortal Sect.
"Do not blame them these past few days. Their Dao Hearts have fallen into tribulation."
"It is unfathomable, difficult to understand."
"Sect Master, this old man actually believes cultivation requires both tension and release. One should not remain too tightly wound..."
Suddenly, a voice rose from one of the seats.
"Another one."
Someone abruptly murmured this upon hearing