Behind the Ancestor Master Hall on the mountain peak, there is a middle-aged Taoist self-titled "Xinzhai Hermit," residing here year-round, guiding his disciples.
In the eyes of the surrounding world's powers, this Palace Master is quite mysterious. Although he has already achieved the status of Heavenly Venerable, he remains unassuming, occasionally opening his gate to transmit the Tao to various realms.
Today, this "old" Palace Master, whose age outsiders can only guess at, summoned a few of his personally taught disciples.
"Master, everything is arranged." The eldest disciple, Cang You, said in a deep voice, appearing older than he was, having reached Heavenly King Masterhood nearly two thousand years ago.
"Hmm."
The middle-aged man in the Daoist Robe, with a calm expression, stood in front of a mountain wall, where a line of characters was inscribed.
He turned around, looked at the few personally taught disciples kneeling before him, and said softly:
