Chen Xuan also withdrew the Spirit Leaf from the air.
"Boom!"
In an instant, the power of the dao returned to the Daoist Saint, but this time he no longer had the aura of a saint, slightly lowering his head, looking despondent.
This time, he was like lifting a stone only to drop it on his own foot.
If he wasn't in such a hurry to recruit disciples to shield himself from disaster.
If he had stayed at Jidao Mountain honestly, even if he had snuck in, it wouldn't have been so easy.
Moreover, he could still seek help from the Heavenly Dao.
But... there is no medicine for regret in this world; everything is because he was too afraid of death.
After knowing his disaster, he hadn't rested a single day, staying up day and night, only to deduce a way to shield himself from disaster with his disciples.
"Hehe..."
The Daoist Saint suddenly let out a bitter laugh.
Chen Xuan shrugged; even he couldn't quite believe the success came so easily this time.
