In the Spirit Realm's Three Extremes Domain, the atmosphere within the Bai Chu Sect Master's Hall was oppressively intense.
The imperial desk crafted from purple sandalwood was covered in cracks from an invisible pressure, while the spirit tea bowl on the desk fell to the ground and shattered, the scalding tea splattering, yet freezing into ice shards midair under the condensed Golden Qi.
Bai Changqing stood with his hands behind his back in the hall, his body trembling slightly beneath his plain Daoist robe, his usually gentle face now filled with rage, his graying beard standing on end from fury.
He had cultivated in seclusion for ten thousand years, having long attained a mind like an ancient well without waves, yet today's events truly touched his bottom line.
For Bai Changqing, this was his only hope to overcome the third Longevity Dao Tribulation.
