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"": "Back outside Three Miao Cave on Three Perils Mountain, when White Oak had pursued him and unleashed his Taoist Arts, Luo Bin had done something: he had stood on the acupoint eye and used a hexagram with the Spirit Hexagram above and below. Life force had flowed in a steady stream, forming a perfect cycle with his own body. At that moment, he had become one with feng shui!
The Great Dao had countless paths, but all led to the same destination.
Becoming feng shui, as Mao Yousan had described it, was actually something every disciple of primordial calculation could do after learning the Yin-Yang Arts!
Was this what made primordial calculation special?
"Squeak, squeak, squeak!"
"Squeak, squeak, squeak!"
Fourth Master Gray darted back and forth across the cliff face, meaning, "Cheating! Cheating! You're taking shortcuts, Little Luo! The Thunder Pestle will bash that big head of yours in a moment!"
Luo Bin ignored Fourth Master Gray's racket.
The point was no longer that he could not understand, but that he could choose not to hear.
What did it matter how shrill those cries became?
A rock would not react in the slightest even to raging storms, lightning, and thunder, let alone the clamor of a Gray Immortal.
Luo Bin lowered his head and looked down.
His hands still touched nothing. The instinctive sensation that his body would pitch forward and fall had vanished. His feet stood firm as though rooted in place.
Far away, at the spot where Mao Yousan and the Dao Corpses had disappeared earlier.
The mountain curved, naturally blocking the line of sight.
Someone stood there now. It was none other than Mao Yousan.
It was not Mao Yousan himself, however, but his false yin spirit.
Frowning slightly, Mao Yousan looked