lt;Mister Venerableg

Now only a handful of Taoist masters practice in seclusion at Louguan Dao. There are less than ten people in the entire sect, and it has long since declined. Today, it was completely wiped out.,One of the two figures shrouded in blood-red light, revealed only a pair of sinister triangular eyes. His whole body emanated an ominous demonic aura, hardly resembling a benevolent being. Gritting his teeth, he carefully pulled out a golden talisman from his bosom. The runes on it were ancient and obscure, with spiritual energy condensing within them.,All the primordial gods and immortals were reflected in this glimmer of light. Looking through the radiance, their expressions became hazy, and their powerful auras swept across all directions. Millions of miles away, in a place with an aura as deep as an abyss, an eight-armed demon god materialized out of thin air, roaring at the sky, wanting to share the glory of this aura. On top of Mount Xizhi (Westmost Spirit Mountain), countless temples stood tall. When the overwhelming pressure swept over, on the summit of the mountain, a golden lotus bloomed, encompassing Sumeru, gently deflecting the pressure outside, protecting the pure land of the West.。