That boundless spiritual light gradually converged, finally transforming into the eight trigrams, interconnecting and giving birth to countless golden lines. A multitude of primordial gods and immortals eagerly absorbed the golden lines, calculating the future grand divination celestial mechanism. The Supreme Dao's display this time was so ostentatious, even summoning the Primordial Origin Dao and Lingbao Dao's primordial god true immortals. Not only were they going to capture the culprit, but also seize the opportunity to divine the celestial mechanisms of the next five hundred years.,In an ordinary dwelling in Guangling City, two assailants looked at the terrifying aura that swept across the land. They were both terrified and surprised. One of them, a black-robed Taoist priest, said to the other, whose face was menacing with triangular eyes: “Miaokong, didn’t you say that Louguandao has fallen The highest cultivator in the entire sect is only a Jindan monk, and even an accomplished Dao practitioner can easily be taken down”,Miao Kong ignored him completely. A flash of cruelty crossed his face as he countered by sending a streak of light into the young man's body. The old Taoist, Tong Shen, looked at him with a strange expression and asked, "You would be so kind as to give him something"。