Stop it, Taoist, Your Fight almost Ruins the DAO!

All these things would ultimately become the foundation of his Hidden Dragon Temple, aiding its future growth into a force that dominates all heavens!

"Then... Taoist Priest, I shall take my leave now."

Zhan Xingzi let out a long sigh and then disappeared into the night sky.

In the darkness of the night, only Yi Chen was left alone.

At this moment, a sense of bewilderment and emptiness arose within Yi Chen's heart.

Only two hours remained, yet those bastards had so thoroughly disrupted things that Yi Chen found himself in no mood for anything anymore.

With a shift of thought, Yi Chen landed on the ground and immediately took on the guise of a wanderer, aimlessly strolling through the Eastern Continent.

His speed was astonishingly fast, passing through cities, through countless homes lit by lamps. The bittersweet dramas of mortal life played out endlessly before his eyes, while he merely observed them, life after life, like a passing stranger.

Perhaps, if not for Bai Yunzi's final words on his deathbed, Yi Chen might have long been lost—lost amidst endless desires and an abyss of emptiness.

To chase after power and cravings, only to eventually implode.

After all, considering Yi Chengzi's actions and astonishing wisdom, if he ever unleashed his full ambition, the righteous path would certainly reject him. As for the demonic path, well, they're constantly antagonizing him, so they would never welcome him either.

Bai Yunzi's final words acted as an anchor to Yi Chen's heart, grounding him in a starting point—both spiritually and in reality. It had invisibly spared him much trouble and saved him from countless calamities.

"Ah, Master, life truly is as lonely as snow."

"That Old Deng who cursed me endlessly when you were alive, aren't you now proud of your Yi Chengzi? Our Hidden Dragon Temple has truly achieved great heights."

"Master, tell me, how about your disciple makes our Hidden Dragon Temple strike fear into gods, astonish immortals, and become renowned across the entire Cosmic Sea!"

"In the future, I'll even erect a statue for you at the center of the Cosmic Sea. And if the Taoist Emperor and others dare to disapprove, I'll keep beating them—again and again—until they agree."

Thinking of Bai Yunzi, a warmth arose in Yi Chen's heart. Gazing at the boundless starry sky, a bold thought surfaced uncontrollably within him.

Yi Chengzi was so formidable; as his master, Bai Yunzi's reputation and stature had to be elevated alongside him.

As Yi Chen continued walking, his steps brought him to a tattered tavern. There, a familiar figure suddenly caught his eye.

It was a Taoist reeking of alcohol, unkempt and disheveled—Situ Zhaixing.

At this moment, he seemed to have aged into middle age, with none of the sharpness that once defined his youth. Instead, his gaze was dull and lifeless.

"Wine... wine, where is it?"

"Could it be this Taoist Priest has no money?"

"Chosen of the stars... Chosen of the stars... ha, I am not... the stars do not favor me... haha."

"Master Guest, the money you gave is all spent." The waiter quickly came over, glancing uneasily at the Dao Sword behind Situ Zhaixing. "I'm afraid I can't do anything."

"Forget it, I will cover his wine expenses!"

Yi Chen sighed, stepping forward at just the right time.

The distinctive trait of Yi Chengzi as a person was his compassion!

Yi Chen removed a jade pendant from Situ Zhaixing and examined it. The jade was fine and lustrous—more than enough to cover the wine costs.

After taking Situ Zhaixing away, the two figures abruptly vanished from the tavern.

Amid his drunken stupor, a thundering Dao voice echoed deep within Situ Zhaixing's mind!

"Situ Zhaixing, the stars have not abandoned you, but you never truly possessed them."

"Yes, your Tao Heart has changed."

"You wavered and doubted yourself, hence you are destined to lose the stars' favor!"

"When you once had nothing, think back to how you endured in those times."

After depositing Situ Zhaixing in an abandoned temple, Yi Chen drifted away silently.

Through bleary eyes and muddled thought, Situ Zhaixing awoke to see only the mighty silhouette of a departing figure.

Continuing his journey, Yi Chen passed through several towns and suddenly arrived in the middle of desolate wilds. Abruptly, a scene in the distance caught his attention—an old man and a child.

The old man was gathering firewood ahead, while the child played by the fire. In his hand was a stick of candied hawthorn, which he held tightly, reluctant to eat. He wanted to wait for his grandfather so they could share it together.

Beside them, a bull was tied to an ox cart, leisurely munching on night grass.

Yi Chen gazed deeply at the child, and ripples began to stir in his heart.

"Duck Egg!"

Memories of a long-buried past began to assault him!

This boy's face was identical to Duck Egg from the Lingxia Realm!