Luo Qingshang spoke at length, pouring out a great deal in a single breath.
But her voice was cool and clear, like a cold spring washing over jade. It never grew tiresome to listen to; there was even a sense of sincerity in it.
She seemed to hold nothing back, sharing everything she knew.
Of course, Lu Xuan would not be swayed by a few words. Still, the "opportunity" she mentioned did pique his interest.
"Fangxian Dao, the Dao Palace..."
Lu Xuan pondered inwardly.
The Hibernation Academy's records mentioned this matter. Back then, the Dao Palace had drawn True Lords from several provinces into action, stirring up quite a storm. Eventually, several factions divided the palace's legacy among themselves, leaving only the Dao Palace itself as a place of trials and opportunities for their disciples.
The Dao Palace opened once every two hundred years.
It was a grand occasion for the great sects and churches of the nearby provinces.
However, the threshold for entry was extremely high. Anyone outside the sects and churches involved back then received no quota.
At last, Yan Beixing, the middle-aged Daoist at the eighth level of foundation establishment, appeared again.
The difference between their realms was like heaven and earth. A single thought could lock down the world-how could anyone contend with that?
Yet among the many arena battles, there were some distinctive methods that made his eyes light up.
But now, he could only bully those without powerful backing.
Wu Qingqing, members of the great sects, and even foundation establishment cultivators from smaller sects and rogue cultivators kept entering the arena to test their arts against one another.
"You may visit [Jin Qiqi], fellow Daoist. I shall await your arrival at that pavilion."
As the golden body grew, so did its power to "command"