Ancient Tree Cave Heaven, the gloom dispersed.
The cyan cloud gradually descended to the ground, and the old weasel perched on Xin Ning's shoulder leaped down lightly, quickly making its way to a Great Demon pierced by several arrows.
"..."
The old weasel sighed softly, its eyes full of pity.
It raised its head to gaze at the sky, lifted its palm towards the Heavenly Peak, and with a gentle breeze, strands of Taoist Intent flowed from its wide sleeve.
In an instant.
The clouds gathered, and the drizzle began to fall...
"Life Dao?"
Xie Xuanyi was somewhat surprised. He extended a palm, feeling the rain beating against it, and the Vitality Spiritual Energy surged and spread.
This old weasel has actually comprehended the Life Dao Intent?
Looking across the Great Chu and Da Li.
Two dynasties, nearly a thousand years, apart from the Zen Master, only I have cultivated such an Intent.
In a certain sense.
