Stepping into the deserted Wilderness Temple, the first thing that catches the eye is the statue of the Ancestor of the Desolate. Nearly three zhang tall, with long hair cascading down to the waist, and exuding a wild beauty that envelops the entire being.
He stands proudly at the center of the temple, with profound eyes filled with an indescribable ferocity; his hair stands on end as if in anger, an imposing presence dominating all under heaven!
"Such a majestic Heavenly Dao Treasure!" Li Qingming couldn't help but clap in admiration. Others may not recognize this as a Heavenly Dao Treasure, but he is different. Owning a Treasure Heavenly Saber himself, he is intimately familiar with the aura of a Heavenly Dao Treasure.
Following closely behind Li Qingming, the old Ancestor of the Desolate heard this and looked slightly startled, saying, "Heavenly Dao Treasure? Fellow Daoist, what is this Heavenly Dao Treasure?"
