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"": "The group continued forward. Many Taoists glanced their way, while Seven Dust Taoist looked straight ahead, concentrating on leading the way.
Luo Xianshen and Si Yan were not diviners and could discern nothing more.
With an inward sigh, Luo Bin could only fall further into silence.
Was Seven Dust Taoist going to use his own life to reinforce the formation?
Had his earlier request to speak privately been a plea for help?
Could Seven Dust Taoist accomplish it even without him?
After all, Sacred Way Mountain stood in the Three Miao Mountain Range, and its example could certainly be applied to Divine Firmament Mountain.
Did the Rogue Immortal have other abilities Seven Dust Taoist had not mentioned?
Or were there other hidden dangers Seven Dust Taoist had left unspoken?
Divine Firmament Mountain was vast. They walked from dawn until nightfall before finally reaching its foot.
A temple stood at the foot of the mountain.
Everyone passed by this Taoist temple.
Seven Dust Taoist visibly relaxed.
Although he appeared calm and unruffled most of the time, as though everything was under control-and his abilities truly were formidable enough to warrant that confidence-he had remained tense underneath, because the safety of all Divine Firmament Mountain depended on this.
Such were human emotions: impossible to dispel or shake off.
"Is this the nexus?" Old Gong emerged from the Chamber Pot and perched on Luo Xianshen's shoulder, his ghostly eyes darting about.
"Yes." Seven Dust Taoist nodded.
The disciples all exchanged looks. The Real Persons and elders also stared at the temple, speechless for a moment.
"This temple's pretty run-down," Fourth Master Gray squeaked.
The temple was indeed dilapidated.
The paint had long since flaked off its aging walls, exposing the brickwork beneath.
Its doors could no longer close.