They passed through layer after layer of Emptiness.
Xuanming ultimately accepted the invitation.
He traveled alongside the Nine-Tailed Fox demon, shifting from place to place.
Back in the Dream Tapir Tribe's territory, he and the tribe's chief had given their word to the Peaceful Heaven Dao Master and learned some information.
This Dao Master had already been a supreme Mighty Expert a thousand years ago. Xuanming dared not treat his invitation lightly.
Even though his attendance was said to be voluntary, and a Yang Spirit had been sent to invite him with every courtesy, he still did not refuse.
The Daoist could run, but his abbey could not.
He could use the Yellow Court Scripture to evade detection, but the Truth-Seeking Abbey could not.
Li Zizai could not.
The Mysterious Swallow on his shoulder could not.
That was also why his location could be divined.
If it was a blessing, it would bring no disaster; if it was a disaster, there was no escaping it.
Since they had come knocking, Xuanming could only make the trip.
Against the Peaceful Heaven Dao Master, he could not afford to gamble.
He had once heard Feng Xi and the Dream Tapir chief say that great powers had their own dignity and seldom made things difficult for their juniors.
He hoped the Peaceful Heaven Dao Master would be easy to talk to.
Otherwise, he could only call in help.
He would seek aid from the Dream Tapir chief.
They stopped in an unremarkable little village in the South.
The Nine-Tailed Fox led Xuanming into an ordinary house and lightly sent a streak of light into the earthen wall of a chicken coop.
A doorway appeared out of thin air.
"Fellow Daoist Xuanming, please!"
Xuanming did not refuse.
Since he had accepted the invitation, he