On the summit of Ling Mountain, within a small temple capable of holding only one person, a long sigh echoed: “Fellow cultivators of the Taishang Dao, this matter has nothing to do with my Buddhist sect.” He then voluntarily released his golden lotus, allowing the Taiji diagram to examine his aura.,In an ordinary dwelling in Guangling City, two assailants looked at the terrifying aura that swept across the land. They were both terrified and surprised. One of them, a black-robed Taoist priest, said to the other, whose face was menacing with triangular eyes: “Miaokong, didn’t you say that Louguandao has fallen The highest cultivator in the entire sect is only a Jindan monk, and even an accomplished Dao practitioner can easily be taken down”,He endured the pain, knowing he couldn't eat yet. After examining the original owner's incomplete spirit within his sea of consciousness, Qian Chen frowned secretly. Aside from common sense, all other memories were damaged.。