In outer space, in a different realm. Chen Yongjie sat cross-legged at the bottom of the blood pool, where the trans material surged. His mind and body were clear, feeling as if he transcended. He felt that he was shone upon by the great sun, enveloped in purple aura, and bathed in Buddha's light. 0

"Buddha and Tao coexist, and I seem to see the truth of cultivation," he couldn't help but groan at the end, feeling completely at ease.0

With his right hand holding the Soul-binding Bell, left hand grasping the blood-red talisman of the red skinned monkey, and a snow-white conch shell in his mouth, he guarded Wang Xuan, preventing any attacks. Throughout this process, he also gained immense benefits. He followed along in mutual advancement, from initially being burnt by the red mist to the brink of despair, to now being as stable as an old Buddha.0

While Wang Xuan saw the rolling purple mist descending from the sky and baptizing his spirit in the meteorite. Chen Yongjie saw the purple mist arriving from the east. In his view, Wang Xuan was enveloped in purple smoke. Following the principle of not wasting, Old Chen employed the esoteric arts of the Taoist tradition, absorbing the overflowing energy towards him.0

He first practiced the Purple Aura Arrival Technique from the Purple Palace Tao Scripture. Then, he practiced the Visualization of the Great Sun from...0