Lin'an Prefecture.0

The territory of the Great Xiukui Temple lay against the mountains and beside the sea. It was covered in rolling hills and was almost completely cut off from the outside world. The mountains were covered with temples and shrines. Even though the cultivators within these temples could not even leave Lin'an Prefecture, this Dao lineage still followed ancient conventions, allowing a hundred schools to flourish, each governing itself.0

A wisp of Radiant Light drifted south toward the central mountain range in the pitch black night. It floated above dense forests, until it came across the mountain gate of the Great Xiukui Temple. The Radiant Light seemed slow yet was actually swift. It quickly condensed before the mountain gate, transforming into a man in white golden robes with a calm expression. A refined scholar stood respectfully at his side.0

Li Ximing glanced at the stele standing before the mountain gate, upon which two black words were written in a fierce, unrestrained...0