Li Fan feared that if things continued this way, in the not-so-distant future, everywhere would be dominated by the transformed local ancestors of Xuanmen. Wouldn't it?
But where was the real way out? Mount Mo? Not to mention that many pioneers of Mount Mo had already perished, and now they were being smashed to pieces and used as plant pots, right?
Or could it be said that only Divine Teachings held the answer? Preserving the Primordial Spirit, in a future where the human body as a vessel for the Dao can no longer be relied upon?
Alas, he couldn't figure it out. What could he do?
Xuantian, "I don't mean to get Qingyue to do anything, but since you have been involved in these matters, if not for others, you should find a way out for yourself. Do you know why I chose the Taoist name Xuantian?"
Because it sounds better than Iron Egg?
Xuantian, "Yes, better than Iron Egg… Tsk! Who is spreading such rumors about me! Forget it, let's not dwell on these issues!
