Taixu Mountain.
The edge of a huge pit.
After a moment of silence.
The same voice continued to ring out:
"Give me the remaining three Spirit Veins, and I, too, can achieve the Proving Dharmakaya."
This time, urgency surged through the calm voice.
The old man sighed softly, not speaking.
The once dazzling trio under the Qingxiao Sect's patriarch's suppression all met tragic ends.
He feigned insanity and played the fool, humiliated on Taixu Mountain for thousands of years, only to survive until now.
Wang Daoyi fled in defeat, entering the ruins, damaging his own cultivation, and began anew with the doctrine of Incense Prayer Power.
Only the one before him had put up no resistance back then, and had immediately knelt and begged for mercy, willingly becoming the Qingxiao Sect patriarch's Human Slave, subject to his whims for thousands of years.
If it were for the sake of pursuing the Dao, enduring such humiliations would be awe-inspiring.
