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Si Xuanqing, being such a personage, even in death, would have to die with panache.
For example, he might sacrifice the last of his Hongmeng Purple Qi, which sustained his life force, to contribute to the Sect Master's Immeasurable Demon Emperor Palace.
And then he would fall, leaving no trace behind, becoming a splendid tale in itself.
But now it seemed the situation had changed; he was somewhat afraid that after his death, the Sect Master would erect a large stele and inscribe upon it a few large characters in a lively, flowing script.
Zhanlong Taoist.
In the years to come, countless disciples would pass by this stele and ask curiously about it, thus passing on the story of the Zhanlong Taoist from mouth to mouth…
Just the thought of it made Xuanqing tense all over, his toes instinctively curling up.
Outside the Ancestral Master Hall.
Shen Yi glanced indifferently at his retreating figure, shook his head, and slowly walked off into the distance.
