As the sun set, the golden and crimson colors of the three blazing suns had sunk below the horizon, leaving only the silver-white moon hanging high in the sky.
The cool moonlight penetrated the mountains and forests, covering the team of three hundred in a silvery glow.
The distant Qingyun Mountains were faintly visible under the moonlight, and the snow on the mountain peaks shimmered with silvery white light.
When the group returned to Qingyun Cave, it was already completely dark.
The silver-white moon hung high in the sky, its cool light shining on the towering peaks of the Qingyun Mountains, shrouding the entire valley in silvery light.
One by one, the green lights in the Daoist temple lit up, swaying gently in the mountain breeze, like countless fireflies dancing in the night.
David walked at the front of the procession, passing through the bluestone archway and onto the wide bluestone highway.
The spiritual trees lining both sides of the road shimmered faintly under the moonlight, and the aroma of spiritual fruits permeated the night breeze, creating an atmosphere that was more calm and peaceful than during the day.
The gate of the Daoist temple was wide open, and two rows of Qingyun Cave disciples who had stayed behind stood on both sides of the gate, holding green lanterns in their hands, to welcome the returning group.
Their gazes fell on David, their eyes filled with admiration.
News of the destruction of the Hall of Light had reached them. They knew that it was this boy, who appeared to be under twenty years old, who had personally finished off Holy Light Heavenly Venerate, a fifth-rank Golden Immortal.
Master Yuxu stopped at the entrance of the Daoist temple and turned to David.
“Master Chen, you’ve had a long day. I’ve prepared a guest room for you and Miss Jiang. You can rest now. The disciples are currently taking stock of the resources of the Bright Hall, and they will all be delivered to you tomorrow morning.”
David nodded. “Thank you, seniors.”
Master Yuxu waved his hand and turned around to walk deeper into the Daoist temple.
His white hair and beard gleamed with silvery light under the moonlight, his blue Daoist robe fluttered gently in the night breeze, and his steps remained neither fast nor slow, every step was steady.
But his back looked much older than during the day, as if the battle had taken a toll on his spirit.
Yun Yi walked over to David and bowed slightly. “Mr. Chen, please follow me.”
David followed Yun Yi through the main hall of the Daoist temple, along a long corridor, and came to a secluded courtyard behind the temple.
The yard was small, surrounded by blue brick walls, with some green bamboo planted in the middle, rustling in the evening breeze.
In the corner of the courtyard stood an ancient well, its water reflecting the bright moonlight in the sky. A gentle breeze stirred the reflection of the moon, causing it to sway gently in the water.
The main house has three rooms, and there are two rooms in the east and west wings. With green tiles and white walls, as well as a roof that curves upwards, they are in harmony with the overall style of Qingyun Cave, simple but elegant.
Yunyi pushed open the door of the main room and turned on the blue lamp on the table.
“Master Chen, this is the best guest room in Qingyun Cave. It used to be used to receive the leaders and elders of other branches of the Daoist sect.”
Yun Yi’s voice was calm, but his tone contained a hint of respect, “The yard next door has already been prepared for Miss Jiang, and I have already tidied it up.”
“Please convey my thanks to the teacher,” said David.
Yun Yi nodded, turned and left, but stopped at the door without looking back. He simply said quietly, “Master Chen, I have cultivated for three thousand years and have never submitted to anyone. But today, I submit.”
After saying that, he stepped away, his blue Daoist robe casting a faint shadow under the moonlight.
David watched her figure disappear behind the courtyard gate, a glimmer of emotion flashed through his purple eyes.
After practicing for three thousand years and reaching the second rank of the Golden Immortal realm, he was already considered a peerless genius in the Daoist sect.
The reason why such a person could say “I’m sure” was not because he finished off Holy Light Heavenly Venerate, but because he achieved something that not even a fifth-level Golden Immortal could do with his cultivation at the eighth level of the True God Realm.
Combat power that surpassed one’s level like this had never appeared in Daoist sects before.
David closed the door, sat cross-legged on the wooden bed, and slowly performed the Mind Concentration Technique. The power of chaos flowed through his meridians, gradually dispelling the fatigue of the day.
The chaotic fire inside his dantian burned quietly, melting all the spiritual power, healing power, and law fragments into the purest chaotic power.
However, the battle with the Temple of Light consumed too much spiritual energy, and he could not recover it completely in a short time. He needs time and resources.
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