The news of Jinshan Temple's destruction quickly spread.

Unsurprisingly, it became the most shocking event in the cultivation world in nearly a thousand years.

Even the earlier demise of Qingcheng Mountain did not cause such a sensation.

Because Qingcheng Mountain's downfall was foretold, and even if one of the Five Great Daoist Sacred Lands were in trouble, it was understandable.

But the annihilation of Jinshan Temple happened too suddenly and was too unbelievable.

"So, that day, Wudang Mountain's strength also went?"

"Heavens, have things between the Buddhist Dao and Daoist Dao come to this?"

"I never thought that even in decline, the Daoist sect could be so astonishing when it gets angry!"

"Speaking of Wudang Mountain's might, isn't it terrifying that just three people wiped out Jinshan Temple? According to rumors, Jinshan Temple had as many as five strongholds!"

"Even if one was already slain that day on White Cliff Mountain, there were still four strongholds in Jinshan Temple, and they were all slaughtered by Wudang Mountain?"

"Daoist Holy Land, terrifying indeed..."

The people in the cultivation realm had not seen anyone from the Daoist Holy Lands for a long time, let alone the strength of these holy lands.

Everyone originally thought that the Daoist Holy Lands were not what they once were, especially after the extinction of Qingcheng Mountain, and that the other four Great Sacred Lands were far less influential than the Buddhist Saint Sect.

But who could have imagined such an earth-shattering event would happen today?

Speaking of Wudang Mountain's strength, losing one or two in battle would be nothing, but they came out perfectly intact, and according to rumors, they even headed to Lingyin Temple immediately afterward!

What kind of determination is this?

What kind of power is this?

To render the two great Buddhist Saint Sects helpless?

"Truly worthy of being the last faction to produce someone who ascended."

"Wudang, how terrifying!"

Countless cultivators lamented.

But very soon, another piece of news spread.

"While Wudang is certainly fearsome, the truly terrifying one is actually the Qingfeng Temple Observatory Master!"

"Did you know that before Wudang's strength arrived, that master nearly single-handedly slaughtered Jinshan Temple?"

"If it weren't for a mysterious figure launching a sneak attack at the last moment, there would have been no need for Wudang's strength to get involved; that master would have completely wiped out the strongholds of Jinshan Temple alone!"

"What? Is there such a twist in this story?" Many people were shocked.

"Of course, did you think Wudang's forces knew about Jinshan Temple's situation for no reason? It was because that master was ambushed by a mysterious figure, which angered Master Zhang, who had ascended six hundred years ago, and this prompted him to manifest in the human world and summon Wudang's forces to assist!"

"If you don't believe me, you can ask the people who were outside Jinshan Temple that day. Everyone saw Master Zhang looking upon the human world!"

"Whoa, so that's the underlying reason? I was wondering why Wudang's forces suddenly appeared. So it was because Master Zhang manifested?"

"Damn it, I was caught up in dual cultivation with my wife that day and completely missed such a grand event. It's infuriating, absolutely infuriating!"

"Why don't you go back and give your wife a beating?"

"That's not possible."

"Why?"

"Her cultivation is higher than mine; I can't beat her."

"..."

...

Little Sumeru Mountain.

It had been seven days since the contemporary Saint Heir, Illusionary Mustard Seed, escaped back from Jinshan Temple.

The severely injured Mustard Seed finally recovered under the nurturing of the Fortune Lotus Pool.

He donned a brand-new golden Kasaya and then went to the Little Leiyin Temple, where celestial birds flew and clouds billowed.

At that time, in the misty, spiritually abundant, almost fairyland-like Little Leiyin Temple.

Voices full of anger occasionally echoed.

"Wudang truly has audacity, knowing the Saint Heir belongs to my Little Sumeru Mountain, yet they still dared to act. If it weren't for the supreme treasure, the Buddha Lotus given by the Saint Master, the Saint Heir would have perished in the human world?"

"This matter, absolutely cannot be allowed to end here. Saint Master, please permit me to descend the mountain. I vow to erase Wudang from this world within a day!"

"I am also willing to go, the Daoist Sect is so arrogant to dare annihilate the Buddhist Saint Sect. We have not appeared in the world for so long that they've forgotten about Little Sumeru Mountain's existence!"

"Please, Saint Master, allow us to descend upon the world!"

In Little Leiyin Temple, numerous requests were made by powerful presences with extraordinary cultivation.

The Saint Master, residing in the deepest part of the grand hall, occasionally materializing in the misty clouds, maintained an indifferent gaze, without any expression or response.

Only upon sensing the arrival of someone outside did he calmly say:

"Enter."

In his brand-new Kasaya, with Immortal Aura swirling around him, Illusionary Mustard Seed stepped in slowly, stopping at the center of the grand hall, and bowed with palms together to the Saint Master:

"Master."

The Saint Master spoke with a light tone: "How are your injuries?"

Mustard Seed replied: "Thank you for your concern, Master. I am fine now."

The Saint Master nodded slightly, his tone still calm as he said: "Upon this descent for training, have you realized there are higher heavens beyond the sky, and people stronger than others?"

Mustard Seed's expression subtly shifted, understanding that the Saint Master wasn't referring to Wudang's strength.

"Give me a little more time, allow me to cultivate a bit longer in the Saint Sect, and when I descend into the world next time, I will surely defeat him!"

Before descending the mountain, Mustard Seed considered himself peerless among his generation.

No contemporaries could rival him!

Even many Elders in Little Sumeru Mountain thought so too.

After all, his talent indeed transcended time, even surpassing Fa Hai at the same age.

However, the appearance of that Daoist, the scene of that Daoist battling three strongholds in Jinshan Temple,

Filled his once proud heart with fear for the first time.

That fear made him feel defeated and angry.

He couldn't accept that within his generation, someone could overshadow him!

Thus, he acted then; he wanted to eliminate that individual, leaving himself with no rivals!

However, everything was disrupted by that damn Master Zhang from Wudang.

Not only did he fail to eliminate that Daoist, but he also nearly perished himself.

This was his first foray into the world, encountering such peril.

How could Mustard Seed not harbor lingering fears?

"So, you still wish to bury yourself in arduous cultivation?" The Saint Master's eyes revealed a flash of disappointment.

"Yes, just one more year of arduous cultivation—a year is all I need, and I will be invincible amongst my peers!"

Mustard Seed said confidently.

The Saint Master showed no expression, choosing not to continue this topic, and asked lightly: "Did you complete the task entrusted to you on this descent?"

Mustard Seed's eyes lit up, and he proudly replied: "Master, I have retrieved Fa Hai's Golden Body!"

While speaking, he raised his hand, summoning a golden skeleton to appear in the grand hall, accompanied by the broken Leifeng Pagoda.

"Is it truly Fa Hai's Golden Body?!"

The entire room's gaze froze, instantly filled with joy.

The Saint Master, sitting beyond the clouds, did not move, merely raised his eyelid slightly, causing the golden skeleton and Leifeng Pagoda to automatically float before him.

After a moment of contemplation, the Saint Master simply uttered one word.

"Good."

Hearing this, Mustard Seed smiled.

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