The thirteenth day of the first month, the sixth nine-day stretch of winter.
Gezao Mountain, Juqü Mountain, Sanyuan Mountain, and Swordpoint Mountain had jointly honored the Myriad-Dharma Scripture Master of Three Pure Ones Mountain as the Benevolent and Sagacious Dharma Master. As the news spread, the entire Eastern Daoist Sect was plunged into shock, and that shock was still spreading north and west.
A Third Realm Feather Master had already received his second honorific title!
An honorific title was not a Dao name or religious sobriquet, nor a Dharma name or studio name. It was not something one could simply make up behind closed doors. Honorific titles had to be conferred by sects or states! The sect had to be an Archetypal Sect-even a major sect would not do; the state had to be a great, unified nation-small countries did not count.
In short, one could decide one's own Daoist sobriquet, but an honorific title required the world's recognition!
Yet by any standard, the Yellow Sea Dragon Kingdom and the Four Great Immortal Sects were fully qualified to confer honorific titles. One might even say that when all these powers honored the same person, anyone who failed to understand probably had only themselves to blame.
And while the world was slowly coming to accept this news, the man being honored had already arrived, silently and unnoticed, upon the boundless Eastern Sea.
The Great Belly Sea.
The waters of Yellow Sulfur Island.
The sea was boundless. Wherever one looked, there was the same azure water and blue sky. On overcast days or during the rainy season, it truly became an indistinguishable expanse. Even with the sun shining or the stars and moon twinkling, one could only roughly tell north from south and east from west. The sea was simply too