But aside from these two methods of achieving enlightenment, there seem to be no other choices.
Yu Yuan let out a soft sigh, feeling that the path ahead was fraught with difficulties.
Just then, a clamor arose from outside.
Yu Yuan opened his eyes but did not get up to leave. Instead, he sent forth a wisp of Divine Thought to observe the situation.
He saw a group of Western Sect disciples, dressed in Western attire, descending from the sky and surrounding the Treasure Hall so tightly that not a drop of water could leak through.
Standing at the forefront were three middle-aged men with profound Dao Xing.
Among them, the one on the left had a rough and ugly appearance, with a tall and imposing stature, dark skin, and pupils that shimmered with a piercing cold light. He arrogantly crossed his arms over his chest, giving an overwhelming sense of unyielding Strength.
