Yi Beidou fell silent at Tao Zihong's words.
Typically, when a Saint underwent Transformation Dao, their disciples would collect the body for burial or cremation. Alternatively, the Saint might find a secret, remote place to pass away. Some were even preserved as a Golden Body to be worshiped with incense.
Someone who had achieved Body Ascension had a Transformed Body and was akin to a Red Dust Immortal. Such a figure possessed dignity even in death and must not be desecrated, let alone placed in a laboratory for dissection and research.
This Elder Celestial Master of Dragon Tiger Mountain truly possessed an extraordinary spirit.
Soon, as Ding Huiyuan sauntered in just in the nick of time, all seven young Saints of Donghua had gathered.
DONG! DONG!
Just then, the sounds of the Dharma Drum, Bell and Cymbals rang out from within the Ten Thousand Laws Sect Altar. They were accompanied by waves of Daoist scripture chanting as wisps of fragrant white smoke curled into the air.
