Wanyu Sword Gate, Chenghua Hall.0

A man in a Daoist robe leaned lazily against the doorframe, his eyes half-closed as he calculated with his fingers, "At the Green Pine Temple… things seem to have settled quite a bit. It seems that the five True Monarchs did not encounter the person they were waiting for and have since taken the Unspeaking Bell away. No matter how I calculate, he would never have appeared there, so naturally, they dispersed."0

He yawned, but suddenly his expression grew serious. A clattering sound erupted from inside the hall. Startled, the man hurriedly stepped inside. In just a few strides, he reached the upper dais, where a Daoist scripture rested.0

The scripture had a deep blue cover and pale yellow pages, appearing utterly unremarkable. Yet, without wind, its pages fluttered and turned on their own.0

The pages finally settled,...0