In an instant, he comprehended the method of facing tribulations through avatars, numerous divine skills, and the existence of the Chaos Sea.
"It's the Ancestral Dao! Daoist Ancestor Zheng Chu has saved us!"
His expression became intensely emotional, his voice trembling:
"The Ancestral Dao has manifested!"
The other cultivators, hearing this, surged to the temple like a tide. After confirmation, they either knelt or bowed, overwhelmed with tears.
The joy of newfound hope, like the dawn breaking, swept away the gloom completely.
The dim flame in everyone's eyes reignited, like the night returning to brightness.
Amidst the crowd, a Daoist child who looked about ten years old stood particularly quietly.
He was called Xuanwei, the youngest disciple of this Daoist sect lineage.
Throughout this escape, he had witnessed too many tragedies with his own eyes, and his heart was long filled with fear and sorrow. The despair just now almost crushed him entirely.
