Cultivators

Qin Yang quietly made his way toward that Daoist palace.

Before long, he noticed that his clothing was completely different from that of the people of this era.

To avoid drawing too much attention, he could only use an Illusion Technique to conceal his clothes, changing them into a style similar to that of this era.

He quietly mingled with the crowd and headed toward the Daoist palace.

Along the way, Qin Yang kept listening to the conversations around him and more or less learned the language of this world.

Speaking of which.

As he listened to these people talk, Qin Yang felt something wonderfully strange.

After all, he was now in the spacetime of the past.

These people were all living beings from the previous cosmic epoch.

According to the laws of the universe, it should have been utterly impossible for them to meet.

Only because the Candle Dragon Ancient God had risked his life to open the time node of the ancient epoch could Qin Yang enter it.

"I wonder how Master is doing."

"With his cultivation, could he really not preserve even a shred of true spirit?"

Qin Yang muttered to himself.

But he could not return to the River of Time Light now.

Otherwise, the Candle Dragon Ancient God's sacrifice might be wasted in vain.

After composing himself, Qin Yang quietly entered the Daoist palace.

He first followed the stream of people to the front of a great hall.

He had heard others say that this hall was called the Dao Lord Hall and enshrined a deity known as the Green Mountain Dao Lord.

"Dao Lord."

Filled with curiosity, Qin Yang walked into the Dao Lord Hall.

Inside stood a statue of a divine being draped in a green cloak, with a gentle expression.

Many believers