A black wooden board lay on the table.
The Dao Palace elder beckoned, and the board immediately flew over to him.
"It's actually the Vacuum White Moon Slash Art Secret Record!"
The elder was visibly moved.
Tu Fusheng laughed heartily and stroked his beard. "Indeed. This is from my collection, nothing worth showing off. I'm donating it to the Dao Palace now, in the hope that you'll take good care of this junior of mine."
"Of course, of course," the Dao Palace elder said. "Elder Tu, you've been a renowned expert for many years..."
A draft swept through the Great Hall.
The dense, emerald-green spirit plants on either side outside swayed, releasing a faint spiritual mist that the wind carried into the Great Hall, where wisps rose around their feet.
-Like an immortal paradise.
Shen Ye listened silently to their conversation, his gaze roaming his surroundings as he quickly determined the current moment.
He had returned to the day he joined the Supreme Dao Palace.
As for Xiatelai-
At this moment, she was still being hunted.
This was the so-called "optimal Dream Realm juncture." Xiatelai had used the Huntian Art at several times its power to send him to this moment, then turned the Dream Realm into reality to deceive everyone.
"Nangong Wantu."
A call brought Shen Ye back to his senses.
He realized that all the cultivators throughout the Great Hall were looking at him.
Right.
Now was the time for him to choose.
"Elder."
Shen Ye hurriedly cupped his hands.
"Our Supreme Dao Palace has five Dharma Forms, eighteen kinds of Dao Soldiers, and thirty-six tiers of Spellcraft. We are divided into the Heaven, Earth, and Mystic Gates, each with its own master. Which gate would you like to cultivate under?" the Grand Supreme Elder asked.
"May I