The Sword Fire in the Cyan Nether Old Lady's eyes flared three feet high, and her formless black shadow roiled violently. Even the "Clayman," who was constantly shedding dust, stopped coughing. He craned his neck, his eyes wide with greed as he stared at the Dao Xu Yunfan was revealing.
This was an undisguised intent—the Dao of progress itself.
The most shaken of all was the Maiyi Old Taoist, who had remained silent in the corner.
He slowly raised his head, revealing a face covered in corpse spots. This Supreme Elder, a practitioner of the *Sutra of Sitting and Forgetting*, had refined himself into a "Living Dead" eighty years ago, sealing his five senses to delay his decay.
Now, from beneath his rotting eyelids, two lines of bloody tears actually trickled out.
"The root of the Martial Dao... is actually an Immortal Scripture."
The Maiyi Old Taoist's voice sounded as if it were coming from a tomb. He tremblingly extended a finger like a withered branch.
