"…Posuo."
The old man uttered the word.
He withdrew his gaze and gave a light flick of his sleeve.
Lü Zhong felt a faint warmth spread through his Divine Soul. The power of the Bodhisattva Statue that had enveloped his Yang Spirit vanished like mist, and the strength that had been completely sealed within him returned to normal. He reflexively bowed and said:
"Thank you for freeing me, Lord Immortal Envoy!"
"…No, fellow countryman, I am not the Immortal Envoy." The old man's voice came as his figure grew somewhat illusory. He slowly pointed to the giant tree in the distance and said woodenly, "When the Immortal Envoy's power was depleted, he fell into an eternal slumber. His body transformed into the mother-vein Spirit Tree, leaving only me, his husk, here to relay his words."
"Now, heed the Lord Immortal Envoy's teachings:"
The old man's figure began to fade, but the voice of the Great Dao emanated forth.
"From the Celestial Dao, the Immortal Dao was born—"
