Wudang Mountain, Purple Cloud Palace.
The morning bell resonated melodiously; it was originally time for the morning lesson.
However, at this moment, the Daoist who was passing on the teachings, along with the disciples, stood in stunned silence, staring ahead.
The incense and candles in the hall were burning fiercely, rolling blue smoke rapidly swirling, forming a vortex in front of the Divine Statue of Emperor Zhenwu.
An invisible pressure enveloped the hearts of everyone present.
Whether an elder or a newly initiated Daoist, all felt a tremor that originated from the soul.
"Master, could it be that some evil spirits have entered the hall?"
"Nonsense, how could that be possible!"
"Then, what is this..."
"This is a heavenly decree!"
At this moment, an old voice sounded from outside the hall.
There appeared outside the hall an old Daoist with a stout physique and a head full of white whiskers.
