On the summit of Ling Mountain, within a small temple capable of holding only one person, a long sigh echoed: “Fellow cultivators of the Taishang Dao, this matter has nothing to do with my Buddhist sect.” He then voluntarily released his golden lotus, allowing the Taiji diagram to examine his aura.,The Divine Path Taoist muttered, "If I hadn't made a vow, I would have already taken action! And you cunning villain will surely remain distrustful. In the future, I still have to be careful of you making a move against me.",Miokong forced out a drop of essence blood, which transformed into a handful of five-colored silk crimson. On the brilliant silk crimson, various vicious curses were entwined.。