Seeing the conviction in Wang Xuan's words, Qing Mu felt a budding hope. Does Wang Xuan possess some otherworldly abilities? 3

"What do you believe is the safest approach?" Qing Mu inquired carefully.0

Wang Xuan pondered for a moment. "It's like a legend coming to life. Above, the immortals light up the heavens; below, bodhisattvas spin prayer wheels. Celestials float on clouds, demonesses control dragons, and fairy maidens tread along mystical paths, reuniting under the moonlit jade terrace..."0

He spoke with a distant nostalgia, then sighed heavily. The great immortals and bodhisattvas of old are now but remnants of the past. Listening to this, Qing Mu felt overwhelmed. Is Wang Xuan speaking of a divine intervention? Or perhaps a chaotic assembly of supernatural creatures? He was utterly confused.0

And given the rumors that Wang Xuan had an uncanny ability to attract spirits, Qing Mu's unease grew. Doubts clouded Qing Mu's mind. Was Wang Xuan planning to infuse a host of supernatural beings into Old Chen's fragile body? Considering Old Chen's frail state, would he even be able to withstand such a thing? Qing Mu's worries continued to mount.0

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Wang Xuan was deep in thought, considering how to keep a low profile. Even though Old Chen was out of action, he was still the focal...0