However, Ji Yuan also knew that the present was still far from the peak of change. Perhaps after twenty years, once a generation had adapted, these changes would truly display their proper effects. The various branches of the Literary Dao and Martial Dao would bloom into dazzling flowers. Even so, the current state of affairs was already exceedingly rare.
Ji Yuan had no intention of taking a stroll through the Xia Yong Imperial Palace. Just as he had thought before, the Buddhist Path was more flourishing here, suppressing the Immortal Dao forces that had arrived later—at least within the capital. Even on the city streets, Ji Yuan could feel the Buddha's Light from those Buddhist Pagodas with exceptional clarity.
Ji Yuan was quite pleased to see this. After all, the cultivator surnamed Tang who had once fought Zuo Wuji over Li Feng had an unclear relationship with Zhu Yan, and he certainly had not seemed to be under Zhu Yan's coercion.
Although quite a few Immortal Sects in the Southern Wilderness had ambiguous ties with the Southern Wilderness Mountains or had made agreements with them, Ji Yuan also understood that the Immortal Dao practitioners under heaven each had their own aspirations and beliefs. There would likely be no shortage of those who stood against Ji Yuan in the future.
Ji Yuan did not linger long in the Xia Yong Capital City. There was no one in the city he wished to see, so he left directly and went far away. Golden Armor was somewhat slow-witted. Having left the Blacksmith Shop, he surely remembered the old blacksmith's kindness, yet did not know how to repay it. As his venerable Great Master, Ji Yuan naturally had to lend a hand.
There was no need to do anything too excessive. He could inform