The heart of Lingxu Taoist was like the turbulent Azure Sea, difficult to calm.
He seemed to be amidst fog, completely unaware of the divine being who managed the Mystic Spirit Pavilion.
Yet amidst this, a strong and certain premonition, like a burst of Spiritual Light breaking through the night, suddenly appeared in his heart.
He was convinced that the other party must be a super powerhouse with means transcendent to saint, capable of touching the heavens and earth.
Otherwise, how could there be such an exquisite plaque imbued with endless mystical power hanging proudly above the doorway of the Mystic Spirit Pavilion?
The aura emitted by that plaque was not something ordinary in the world could match, as if it was a divine object from another dimension. Just a glimpse was enough to overturn his understanding of the cultivation world.
Thinking of this, Lingxu Taoist secretly made up his mind to stay.
