"Fellow Daoist, keep this well; within the Celestial Capital, you may roam freely. If anyone troubles you, call my name, and I will come to aid you!"
Finally, He added:
"It only works within the Celestial Capital—outside the Celestial Capital or into the Netherworld, I cannot go nor can I assist you."
With His words concluded, Zhang Fusheng cradled the Heavenly Mirror in his arms, watching as Xuanqing Daoist took a step back into the Six Paths Prison,
the entire Six Paths Prison receded back into the void, and that majestic figure began to fade, about to vanish.
"Master Uncle—or perhaps Master Older Cousin!"
A youthful voice suddenly rang out, piercing the Celestial Vault, causing those in the testing ground, both men and gods, to turn their gaze,
and it was the True Spirit of the ancient realm, controlled by Kong Shentong, who called out.
The majestic figure paused, turned its head, gazed at Nezha's True Spirit, and sighed softly:
