"In a certain sense, the Daoist Ancestor's actions this time have helped me even after a thousand years."
"Is this what's called 'cause and effect'?"
Chen Mo pondered quietly, perhaps his realm was not yet high enough to fully comprehend certain things.
But he didn't dwell on it too much; the most urgent matter was to ensure the Daoist Venerable's safety. He put away the Mystic Bell and walked forward.
The Daoist Temple wasn't large, with only a solitary main hall. Chen Mo crossed the desolate, dilapidated courtyard and entered the main hall; inside, the window lattices were decaying, the incense table was dusty, and the empty stone platform had no statues.
Beside it, a stone stele bore two large engraved lines:
[When the Three Pure Ones reside above, no law can be passed down.]
Even without a signature, Chen Mo was certain this was the hand of the Daoist Ancestor.
Only someone who had comprehended the Tao Origin to such a degree would have the prerogative to be so arrogant.
