At Lingyan Temple in Suzhou.
An old Daoist, sweeping the courtyard, suddenly looked up and gazed toward the distant sea.
There, lotus flowers were materializing as a golden radiance filled the sky.
"A sage is imparting the Dao... It's the phenomenon of flowers raining from the heavens. Quite interesting."
The old Daoist smiled faintly, standing tall in the wind.
Despite his ordinary appearance, he exuded a celestial, otherworldly aura.
"Temple Master, are you saying this is the phenomenon of a sage imparting the Dao?" Spirit Seer suddenly approached, his expression solemn.
"Indeed."
A trace of melancholy touched the old Daoist's face as he spoke. "In ancient times, when a sage lectured on the Dao, it would inevitably cause divine phenomena. To all living beings, it was like a long-awaited, life-giving rain."
"It seems Huaxia is about to witness the rise of another great figure."
The smile on the old Daoist's face gradually softened.
