Great Capital · Celestial Treasure Palace.

The Daoists of Great Dao Teaching fled like lost dogs, driven out of the Dao Palace by soldiers.

Most of them carried large bags of luggage.

Leading them were the three Palace Masters who specialized in Cultivation of Literature: Lin Qinghong, Fang Zhiyun, and Xie Ling.

The three watched the groups of soldiers stationed at the Dao Palace and not far away, the people from Zhenyi and the Western Sect, who watched the scene with schadenfreude.

"After the Eastern Sect, is it our turn now?" Palace Master Lin Qinghong looked at the crowd gathered around him, his eyes weary.

The issue with his daughter had already caused him to lose face, and he had severed ties with her.

But none of this compared to the impact of the current events.

"A hundred-year-old Dao palace, is it really to be destroyed today?" He said in a daze.

"Where is the Daoist? The Sect Leader is gone, so should our Celestial Treasure have the Daoist take over!" Fang Zhiyun said sternly.

"The Daoist...the two Daoists, one is far in Ze Province's Qingchuan, the other, now...." Xie Ling shook his head.

Looking at Zhang Qingzhi, it's difficult even for him to remain a regular Daoist, let alone take over.

His mental resilience and Essence Qi were almost entirely depleted.

Moreover, his cultivation level was far from adequate for the position of Sect Leader, so the role cannot be handed over to him.

And the other one, his cultivation is not sufficient to hold the position of Sect Leader either, so for now, the three of them must handle it together.

For a moment, none of the three knew what to do, falling silent.

The surrounding Daoists, already driven from the palace, seeing the three Palace Masters at a loss, felt a deeper sorrow and helplessness.

Some Daoists who already felt a weak sense of belonging quietly slipped away from the outskirts, wandering off.

It was so easy to leave the already doomed Great Dao Teaching by simply shedding the Dao robe somewhere.

"Let's go." Fang Zhiyun took one last look at the Celestial Treasure Palace, with all its Qinghua Trees, perhaps never to be seen again.

This place is soon to be transformed into Zhenyi's Sun Palace.

Perhaps from today, the name Celestial Treasure will no longer exist....

"It's bad, Daoist Zhang Qingzhi is missing!"

Suddenly a Daoist shouted in panic.

What!?

The three Palace Masters were simultaneously shocked.

At this time, anyone can leave, but the Daoist absolutely cannot.

This represents the core Essence Qi of the entire Celestial Treasure Palace.

The two Daoists, even though Zhang Qingzhi is almost ruined, he is still the Daoist.

If word got out that even the Daoist saw things going bad and fled, the blow to Great Dao Teaching's reputation would be....

If the occupation of Celestial Treasure Palace is a major blow, then the Daoist's escape would be the second major blow to follow!

At this moment, not only did the three Palace Masters change color, but a whole group of senior members of Celestial Treasure Palace felt a thunderous impact in their hearts.

They quickly sent people to search everywhere, but after a bout of bustling activity, everyone confirmed that Zhang Qingzhi was truly missing.

The minds of the three Palace Masters buzzed.

An unspeakable panic surged into their hearts.

The heavens may change!

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Seventy kilometers outside Great Capital, there is a canyon named Taiyi.

Legend says a True Immortal once rode past here on a cattle, imparting one volume of Yi Jing classics to the ancestor of Great Dao Teaching.

It was thus named.

Looking at Taiyi Canyon from afar, it appears like a large river flowing through the gaps of triangulated rocks.

The water rushes rapidly, known as Yi River.

The stone peaks are steep, named Tai Chen.

Picking a word from each to rhyme, it is named Taiyi.

At this time, on one side of the canyon's riverbank, there is a towering white boulder over three meters high, irregular at the top, with a person sitting cross-legged.

The person, with a gold crown and white clothes, had hands pitch black and heavy, as if wearing some kind of glove armor.

Seen from afar, her figure was graceful, wearing a gold mask with closed eyes, clearly a young woman.

"You have guarded me here for three days. It seems Zhenyi and the Western Sect have plenty of leisure time, doing nothing else but wasting it on me alone."

The woman spoke clearly, her voice like a mountain spring, cold and yet carrying a trace of calm nobility.

Opposite the woman, on the riverbank, sat two figures cross-legged.

One cloaked in a red-gold robe, withered in stature, his eyes vacant, and his bare forehead seemingly shriveled and full of depressions.

This looked like an elderly man nearing death.

Yet the others knew that he was far from being as weak as he appeared.

For this was the strongest person in the True Buddha Temple today, apart from the contemporary abbot Yuan Shi–Yuan Li.

On the other side, an elder in a purple-gold robe, long whiskers flowing, wide sleeves swaying, bearing a longsword, with an immortal-like demeanor.

However, this demeanor was so solemn, it instead seemed unreal, giving the impression he was more like an old Daoist fraudster.

This person was the representative of Zhenyi, coming to jointly ambush the Jade Void Palace–Daoist Chunrong, the second of the Five Sons of Ming Mountain.

"It has been years since we last saw Yu Yan Daoist, and now it seems you're as radiant as ever...remarkable...remarkable." Daoist Chunrong smiled lightly and sighed.

"Have the three of us not gathered like this for many years?" West Sect's Yuan Li nodded and sighed.

"Are we that familiar?" The golden mask woman said coldly, "Where are Yuan Shi and Qingyi, why don't they come out to meet me?"

"What use is it, whether we meet or not?" Yuan Li gently turned his Buddhist Beads. "My disciple is now succeeding the enterprise and busy with national affairs, unlike our leisure."

Yuan Shi is actually his disciple theoretically.

"With the two of us here, does Yu Yan still feel it's not enough?" Daoist Chunrong smiled from the side.