The Sanqing Temple, dim and shadowy, floated quietly in the void of reality. An unbelievably vast amount of the Thoughts of All Living Beings swirled and gathered around it,
lending the Daoist temple countless divine and profound mysteries and enshrouding it in a dense Dao Rhyme.
Lu Xuan sat on a meditation cushion inside the Daoist School, a wry smile on his face.
'Of all the things I planned for, I managed to forget this one detail.'
He sighed softly and tried to extend his palm out of the Sanqing Temple. The world trembled and cried out in anguish, simultaneously sending him a plea,
Lu Xuan decisively pulled his hand back. It was covered in bloody marks, with shattered fragments of the world still clinging to it...
The venerated status of a Human Saint was comparable to the Immortal Level, but the current world simply couldn't bear that degree of power.
Shaking his head with a wry smile, Lu Xuan put the matter aside for now and silently reviewed his current condition.
