In the mountains, a hidden Daoist, guarding the Imprisoned Immortal Temple.
The cold and clear mountain wind suddenly stopped, vast white mist cascaded freely. In the wild forests, under the dome of the moonlit sky, an ancient and simple Daoist temple emerged before Zhang Fan's eyes. The mountain gate was tightly closed, yet despite being buried by time for years, a wisp of incense smoke still rose, twisting like a swimming snake, ascending like a long rainbow, curling into the sky.
In this modern city, there unexpectedly stood such a Daoist temple, exuding an ancient charm, far removed from the hustle and bustle, untouched by the slightest hint of mortal smoke, revered by gods, living side by side with immortals, ancient and modern embraced in slumber.
"There really is a Daoist temple... Imprisoned Immortal Temple, what a grand claim." Liu Xingyu couldn't help but say.
Zhang Fan remained silent, knowing this temple was established decades ago by the Three Corpses Daoist.
