The Mountain Ancestor looked relieved.
The mountain-shaped mark on his forehead still remained, reflecting onto the Silver Immortal Door.
The Silver Immortal Door had the potential to transform into gold again, but whenever golden light emerged, it shone upon the Dharma Body of the Mountain Ancestor, forcing a thread of black mist from his body.
The Mountain Ancestor immediately stopped using magical words to restrain the black mist and said, dejected:
"The Silver Immortal Gate will suffice!"
His voice clearly held a trace of reluctance and resentment, abandoning the pursuit of unlocking the Golden Immortal Door.
Immediately, the Mountain Ancestor once more carefully pushed the Silver Immortal Door with his Dharma Aspect form.
Crunch, crunch, crunch!
Time quietly passed by, and in front of the Silver Immortal Door, the ethereal silver moonlight fully enveloped the Mountain Ancestor, making it difficult to see.
