On the summit of Ling Mountain, within a small temple capable of holding only one person, a long sigh echoed: “Fellow cultivators of the Taishang Dao, this matter has nothing to do with my Buddhist sect.” He then voluntarily released his golden lotus, allowing the Taiji diagram to examine his aura.,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.,"I can find his trial world and then figure out a way to get in."。