On the summit of Ling Mountain, within a small temple capable of holding only one person, a long sigh echoed: “Fellow cultivators of the Taishang Dao, this matter has nothing to do with my Buddhist sect.” He then voluntarily released his golden lotus, allowing the Taiji diagram to examine his aura.,Miao Kong's heart was filled with a thousand anxieties, and seeing that there was really no other way, he gritted his teeth and pulled out a comatose youth from behind the house.,"I can find his trial world and then figure out a way to get in."。