While Cao Yi whispered, he waved his sleeves.

A clear air spurted out from the purple gold-red gourd, and followed by a rectangular jade platform. Dongmenqing lay quietly on it, motionless, and had a sparse breath, like a dying person.

"There's another one"

Cao Yi thought about it.

The east gate piaoxu appeared, her eyes closed and she slept peacefully.

Cao Yi waved his hand and a breeze blew by.

She woke up and was stunned for a while before she realized that she respectfully called the ancestor.

Cao Yi nodded, got up, came to Dongmenqing's side, pressing his fingers against his eyebrows, helping him condense his soul, and imprinting the Taiyin Sutra and the Sun Sutra in his mind over and over again.

After more than twenty days passed, Cao Yi remained motionless, as if he was still there.

A lot of things happened outside.

The various sects of the Crocodile and Kunlun tribes were infiltrated by the hundreds of sects and clans, and their sects fled without a trace.

Ying Zheng issued an order to grant Fusu the Emperor of Dongji Qinghua of Taoism and worship it in a Taoist temple in Xianyang.

Hundreds of thousands of Taoist disciples came to Xianyang under the convening of Yubo.

Xiang Yu, the overlord who guarded the border of Kunlun, sent an urgent report, and the Kunlun tribe was ready to move.
Chapter completed!