Thud!
A crisp knock echoed through the main hall.
Following that, one after another, Light Gates materialized around the elder.
Behind each Light Gate, a pale hand reached out.
The elder, dressed in cotton-padded clothes, spread his palm.
With a lift, a swipe!
The Light Gates instantly closed and then disappeared.
Only the Light Gate directly in front of the elder remained.
Patterns of various colors emerged on the frame of the gate, with each swirl being mysteriously profound and filled with the essence of Tao Rhyme.
These patterns constantly emitted a faint light, adorning the fingertips that reached through time and space.
Pop!
The hand, gleaming with colors, pressed on the elder's shoulder.
A pull!
Boom!
The floor of the main hall exploded, kicking up clouds of dust.
When the dust had settled, there was not a single figure left in the main hall, only a few young Taoist priests who had rushed over from the side hall.
