After tossing all of his plans and work to the Dao King, Lu Yun took his leave. The abandoned Mo Yi and Dao King looked ruefully at each other.

“He’s washed his hands even more thoroughly this time.” The Dao King looked at Mo Yi and mumbled, “You need to help me!”

Mo Yi winked at him. “You’re the one who agreed to do it. And, the prototype for the mental Dao Academy is the world of immortal dao that you once mentioned, so of course this is your responsibility.”

Stupefied with disbelief, the Dao King stared at her.

“Alright then, I’ll be off now. There are many creation seeds in the fourth realm—if these eleven aren’t...