Mount Daliang.
Changling Temple.
Currently, the Daoist temple is already dilapidated. The eaves were filled with weeds, and only the Ancestral Master Statue still retained the divine light. In the blessed land, the Temple Master Changling and Martial Uncle Ling Wu were able to survive under the protection of the Ancestral Master.
"I wonder how Ling Zhen is."
"There's no need to worry, Abbey Dean. Ling Zhen is a person with good luck. He will definitely achieve something."
Temple Master Changling sighed. "At this point, the fight for the Dao sects has already hurt people and yourself. I don't know when it will end."
Ling Wu said, "Perhaps it will only end when there is only a third of the Dao sects left."
The ancestral master returned from the land of Yin.
"Patriarch, how's it going at the Ling Yin Temple?"
