They traversed various regions, crossing countless mountains and rivers. Along the way, they exorcised demons and killed ghosts, their Dao practice advancing swiftly. He stood out among them, his fame unmatched for a time.
Until one day, the group arrived at an unnamed small mountain. After winding paths, they found an ancient and rustic Daoist Temple.
This place was sparsely populated and naturally lacked incense.
Upon entering the temple, there were only three sticks of incense. The Divine Altar did not enshrine the Three Pristine Ones or the Jade Emperor, but an unknown clay figure with two faces on its head, formless and invisible, with hands forming a Seal, merging with the vast void.
"What kind of Immortal is this? I've never seen it before?"
At the time, someone expressed their doubt.
"Could it be a depraved cult?"
In ancient times, during times of chaos wrought by demons, some falsely claimed to be Immortals and instigated depraved cults to seize mortal incense.
