The Palm Strike That Fell from the Sky

The Crazy Old Man then found a stone bookcase beside a stone platform and opened it, continuing his search. But another alchemy scripture was the same: its writing had been erased, leaving nothing to find.

Fortunately, Jiang Yun had captured Yin Tiande. Otherwise, obtaining the inheritance here would have been impossible. Yin Tiande had already obliterated every written record.

Cultivators with "virtue" in their names all seemed to be short on it.

Opposite the Eight Sceneries Palace, another small Heavenly Palace floated among the stars. The two circled Ziwei like satellites, steeped in the breath of ages. No one knew how many years they had existed.

Inside that Heavenly Palace, the two saw a long scroll depicting an ancient city, an old man riding an ox westward, and a middle-aged man greeting him with reverence.

Purple qi came from the east, stretching thirty thousand li. The old man entered the ancient city, left behind a scripture, and continued west.

In that mysterious scroll, Jiang Yun clearly saw the stories of Laozi's westward journey. The middle-aged man was Yin Xi, who had once guarded the ancient Hangu Pass in the history of the Central Lands.

Yin Xi and the mysterious Yin Tiande of Ziwei shared the same surname. What hidden connection might they have? It was an intriguing question.

As Jiang Yun stared at the scroll in thought, a message suddenly arrived through a Source Ring on his finger, breaking his train of thought.

"Saint Lord Jiang, the Golden Crow Clan is on the move. One hundred thousand Golden Crows have gathered at the East Sea and are searching for you. They claim they want a final battle with you."

The message came from Yin Luoyang of the Sun God Sect. Jiang Yun opened the Ziwei forum through his Source Ring.