"But why did the Daoist Ancestor choose not the Venerable, but instead entrusted the legacy to a tributor who hasn't formally joined the sect?"
"What does direct transmission mean? Didn't the ancestor already attain transcendence?"
The elders were debating loudly, their faces full of puzzlement.
"Chen, it's better for you to explain to them."
Ji Hongxiu coughed, and Chen Mo understood, saying calmly, "Although the Daoist Ancestor attained transcendence, their consciousness was preserved in the Dharma Body, lasting for a thousand years, always awaiting the arrival of a destined one... Whether you can accept it or not, that destined one is me."
After speaking, his forehead split open, and golden vines wound out.
The golden vines spiraled and intertwined in the air, forming an arch, from which dazzling divine light emanated, as if leading to another space.
