Early in the morning, Duobao and a dozen other disciples gathered in front of the palace gates to wait. Today was the day to set off for the Three Sects discourse. Tongtian did not keep them waiting long. Appearing at the entrance with a sweep of his broad sleeve, he enshrouded everyone within his robe, mounted the Kuiniu, and sped toward Kunlun Mountain.
At Kunlun Mountain, Guangchengzi had been standing at the mountain gate waiting to welcome guests since early on. Guangchengzi was the chief disciple of Chanjiao.
At that moment on the horizon, a young Daoist priest was leading a cyan ox, upon which sat another Daoist. Sitting on the back of the cyan ox, the Daoist remained completely unwavering, as steady as Mount Tai. His expression was benevolent, and his entire being exuded an aura of supreme goodness akin to water, making people unconsciously feel a sense of warmth and intimacy, yet he also seemed as if he were not right before their eyes, ethereal and dreamlike. Looking closer, the Daoist leading the ox, though young, also appeared unfathomable; his cultivation as a Daluo Golden Immortal was strikingly formidable.
Chapter 22