Tang Changsheng had a vague understanding now: this should be the path of cultivation for the next stage.
He also had some idea what that little Mountain hurtling down toward his head really was.
All these tangled thoughts had flashed through his mind in a single instant.
A streak of golden light shot from Tang Changsheng's hand and slammed into the mountain.
Silently, the little Mountain that had been about to crush him shattered like a mirror, as though it had never existed.
The man stumbled back more than a dozen steps, his face pale as paper. "Impossible, impossible... How could that be Yang Spirit Power? Tang Changsheng, have you already attained the Yang Spirit?"
Cries erupted all around. "It really was Yang Spirit Power! How is that possible?"
"Exactly! A Yang Spirit True Person's Dao Foundation has already taken shape. It can't be changed. The Immortal Sects would never accept someone like that as a True Disciple, much less a Direct True Disciple!"
"Then... how...?"
The crowd buzzed with speculation, but as Tang Changsheng looked their way, they fell silent one by one. Some even offered ingratiating smiles without realizing it.
They were afraid Tang Changsheng might take them for challengers too!
One man greeted him eagerly. "Senior Brother Tang, we'll be one family from now on! I'm so-and-so from the Heavenly Star Myriad Forms Palace..."
Tang Changsheng put on no airs. Anyone who spoke like that was an Immortal Sect disciple, certainly, but not one of the direct line, let alone a True Disciple. At most, he was an ordinary disciple.
Tang Changsheng would never put on airs with someone like him.
Those in high positions were often stern and unapproachable before their subordinates. Yet when they went among ordinary people, they smiled warmly, their manner entirely different...