After leaving Pangu Hall of the Witch Clan, Ming Xin did not pause for even a moment. His figure became an almost invisible streak of light, tearing through space as he sped toward West Ox-He Continent at top speed.
He knew time was precious. Before the Heavenly Dao noticed, or rather, before Dao Ancestor Hongjun could react, he had to complete all his arrangements as quickly as possible.
With his current half-step Primordial Unity Dao cultivation, his speed was astonishing when he traveled at full force.
In mere moments, an immortal mountain shrouded in spiritual mist and encircled by auspicious clouds came into view.
The mountain was not particularly steep, yet it possessed an ancient aura of immense solidity and grandeur, as though it had existed alongside the world itself.
Above the mountain gate hung a plaque bearing three ancient Daoist characters—Wuzhuang Temple.
This was the dojo of Zhen Yuan Zi, the Ancestor of Earth Immortals and Ruler of the World.
Ming Xin descended from his light and landed before the temple gates. The gates were shut tight, and the surroundings were tranquil and unassuming. Only the faint fragrance of grass and trees, along with earth-element spiritual energy, filled the air.
He straightened his robes, stepped forward, and gently knocked three times on the seemingly ordinary wooden gate.
Knock, knock, knock.
The crisp sound echoed before the secluded mountain gate.
Before long, the temple gate opened a crack from within with a creak.
Two exquisitely cute children with their hair tied in twin topknots poked their heads out and curiously examined Ming Xin outside.
They were Qing Feng and Ming Yue, the two attendants under Zhen Yuan Zi.
With a gentle smile, Ming Xin gave the two children a slight Daoist salute and said warmly,
"This poor monk is Ming