"Ever since the Heaven and Earth Cataclysm weakened the Spiritual Qi of this world, the true path of cultivation—transcending life and death and ascending in broad daylight—has been cut off. Yet ghostly tricks and sinister witchcraft keep springing up like bamboo shoots after rain!" Tang Changsheng thought, then sighed softly.
But that was hardly surprising. Even in the old days, most cultivators practiced such lesser arts. How many could endure decades, even centuries, of solitude to attain the Great Dao?
Thinking back to that clap of thunder, Tang Changsheng felt even more reverence. The talisman had been left by a master of the General's Temple who had fully mastered the Nine Luminaries Heavenly Heart Method.
Within it lay a manifestation of the most profound Daoist arts cultivated at the General's Temple.
It was still far beyond Tang Changsheng, but that brief glimpse had shown him a sliver of what truly superior Daoist arts were like!
As he was thinking this, his phone rang. He knew without looking that it was Da Xiang.
Sure enough!
"Thank you for saving my life, Sect Leader!" Da Xiang said gratefully.
"Are you all right now?"
"I'm safe for the moment. I've left the hotel... I'm just afraid someone might find me through Daoist arts..."
Even as he spoke, Da Xiang shuddered. He still had no idea how they had found him.
Da Xiang had always been proud of his ability to disguise himself and cover his tracks.
But this time, they had come knocking after barely half a night, and he had been struck without even knowing how. The memory still filled Minister with dread!
"Don't worry. The expert who cast the spell on you is dead," Tang Changsheng said lightly. "They must have found you through some Daoist art. Now that its caster