Time slipped away like a white steed flashing past a crevice.
More than a month had quietly passed since the golden water appeared in Dragon Creek Village and the Anping County Yamen acted with lightning speed to establish the People's Benefit Medicine Bureau.
In the rear courtyard of the Anping County Yamen stood a secluded cultivation chamber wrapped in layers of concealment formations and Spirit-Gathering Arrays.
Successive county magistrates had used it for their retreats. Now, reinforced by Lin Xuan's mastery of formations, it would not admit even a flying insect carrying spiritual energy.
At that moment, wisps of sandalwood incense curled through the Quiet Chamber.
Chu Bai sat cross-legged on a Ten-Thousand-Year Cold Jade Bed, his eyes half-closed, his face as still as an ancient well.
He wore a plain blue-green Daoist robe. Not a trace of spell power escaped him, making him seem like an ordinary scholar without any cultivation.
Yet had a mighty Purple Abode Realm cultivator opened their spiritual sight there, they would have discovered with horror that the spiritual energy within three feet of Chu Bai had thickened into tangible white mist, rising and falling with his breath in an extraordinarily profound tidal rhythm.
Earth-shaking changes were taking place inside him.
Deep within his sea of consciousness, an ancient mark radiating regal purple light floated quietly.
This was the supreme opportunity he had received in the Far North from the Purple Abode-level [Chengze Qiyuan True Spirit]—the Origin-Opening Daoist Scripture.
Over the past month, apart from handling essential county affairs, Chu Bai had devoted every moment to comprehending this scripture.
The Origin-Opening Daoist Scripture was no ordinary paper scroll, nor did it contain any actual written words. It was more like a "fragment of the laws of heaven and earth" sealed within a true spirit's essence.