Is it the Dragon Palace in the East China Sea?
In the myths and legends of the previous life, the Dragon Palace in the East China Sea and the Underworld have always been the experience areas that the gods must brush in order to become saints and prove their truth.
Lord Ma has brushed it, Yang Jian has brushed it, Nezha has brushed it, and Wukong has brushed it.
In this life, the underworld has been newly built and the Dragon Palace has not lost its combat power.
Since the gods and Buddhas have given me this opportunity, how can I not cherish it?
I, the Lord of the Underworld, also want to gain some experience and see if I can prove my own way.
Master Daosheng, I haven't asked you to become my disciple yet, so you have to hold on.
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In Linzi, inside the imperial study, several rays of light shot up into the sky. If an expert were present, he would surely recognize that this was the power of a barrier.
The extremely old Taoist Saint looked around in surprise.
The eight great wizards of the Wizard Temple gathered here.
It is hard to imagine that a great witch from the Witch God Temple would appear in the political center of Da Qi, the most important place.
Confucius stood in front of the old emperor, clasped his hands, and bowed respectfully to the Taoist.
The Taoist Saint's eldest disciple also stood in front of the old emperor and saluted the Taoist Saint.
There were also some bald monks sitting cross-legged and chanting scriptures.
This barrier actually gathers the power of Taoism, Confucianism, witchcraft and Buddhism.
Dao Sheng's pale eyebrows twitched.
"Your Majesty summoned me here, saying we need to deal with the disaster of the sky collapsing. Why is this happening?"
The old emperor sat upright on the dragon throne and sighed.
"Teacher, you always say that the future belongs to the young, but you're meddling too much."
Even though the Taoist Saint had lived for hundreds of years and seen too many things, and his heart was as calm as still water, he couldn't help but smile bitterly at this moment.
"What do I care about?"
A large monk in a purple cassock chanted a Buddhist mantra and said, "People should have the right to choose their own beliefs. Daosheng, you shouldn't stop us from preaching."
Taoist Yuan, the eldest disciple of the Taoist Saint and the Taoist who is now in charge of Taoist affairs on behalf of the Taoist Saint, also said.
"Teacher, there are too many things in the world and they are too tiring. You can't handle it all, so just take a rest here."
The old man hunched over and looked around.
"Do you really think that such a barrier can trap me?"
The old emperor sighed.
"I can't trap you, but this barrier has a wizard who has taken my blood. If it breaks, I will die on the spot. Teacher, are you willing to let me do that?"
The old Taoist sighed deeply.
His body became more and more hunched.
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