A Cut Above

The southwestern corner of Taihua Province.

A host of peaks stood tall.

Here, Immortal Light shot into the heavens; there, Buddhist Light shone everywhere; elsewhere, demonic qi roiled. These phenomena, which should never have appeared together in one place, seemed exceptionally harmonious here.

This was where the Myriad Laws Palace stood.

It also embodied the principle of teaching without distinction.

"Brother Liang, once you join our Myriad Laws Palace, you will never regret it."

"The Fenxin Immortal Dynasty cannot safeguard the future of your Great Dao."

Wine-Meat Monk chuckled.

"Brother Wine-Meat is right," Ancestor Liang said blandly.

Indeed.

He had now joined the Myriad Laws Palace, though he was merely an ordinary elder.

This was precisely why those powerful figures of the immortal dynasties were unwilling to join immortal sects.

No matter how wonderful an immortal sect might be, its benefits were for its own people.

Outsiders like them could scarcely receive a status commensurate with their standing after joining. Not only would they face exclusion, they would be far less at ease than they were in an immortal dynasty.

Ancestor Liang's willingness to come

naturally delighted Wine-Meat Monk.

There was no other reason.

Ancestor Liang was actually willing to become an ordinary elder in their Buddhist lineage.

One had to know

that even though Ancestor Liang's Dao Seed had been shattered by Old Daoist Fa Ran, he was still at the Late Spirit Division, far beyond comparison with ordinary cultivators.

He had gained a great merit for nothing.

How could he not be pleased?

Wine-Meat Monk said "considerately," "Brother Liang, if anything comes up in the future, simply let me know."

Letting him know was one thing.

Whether he would handle it was another matter entirely.

After saying that,

Wine-Meat Monk returned to his own cave abode.

Only Ancestor