The mountain had surged straight into the sky. Li Ximing rose on heavenly light and saw Kong Guxi clinging to a tree as he peered into the distance. His panicked expression was devoid of any trace of a Profound Peak's gate master's dignity.0

There was no successor to begin with. Changxi had no choice but to pick someone, and obedience mattered more than boldness. Besides, with Kong Guxi's own family's Purple Mansion Realm perished, anyone would be left stunned, thought Li Ximing.2

Though Changxi had never truly confided in him, he was still an elder who had offered much guidance during the early days of his Purple Mansion Realm. Li Ximing bowed his head in respect.0

The disciples of Xuanmiao Temple below were still marveling and praising the phenomenon. Even Kong Guxi could hear them, let alone cultivators like Li Ximing and Sumian who had attained divine abilities. No matter how far Changxi had fallen, he had still been a Purple...0