At the same time.
Wudang Mountain, which had been closed off for decades, with its dwindling number of disciples, suddenly changed dramatically in expression, all looked up towards the sky.
When they saw that the face in the sky was identical to the visage of the ancestor from six hundred years ago who brought prosperity to their sect.
This generation of Wudang disciples could not help but shed tears, and they all knelt down in worship.
The ancestral grounds in the rear mountain.
Several rays of light pierced the clouds, gazing towards the sky.
Shortly after, an emotional cry came from within one of the mountain peaks.
"Master!!"
It was the youngest hope of Wudang Mountain, and also the Wudang Sect Leader after the ascension of that prosperous ancestor, Ancestral Master Lian Zhou.
In the sky, the dignified face revealed a gentle expression when looking at Wudang Mountain.
But soon, his gaze became serious, and as his lips moved, he seemed to be conveying some message.
