The battle between Ancestor Tian Xu and Laozi did not cause a stir. After all, most Great Dao Sages couldn't spy on this battle. How could this battle spread among all living beings?
Han Jue continued to cultivate.
The years passed.
A hundred and twenty thousand years later.
That day, Han Jue was cultivating.
In the Daoist temple beside him, Han Huang, who was cultivating, suddenly opened his eyes.
He raised his eyebrows and muttered, "This feeling… bloodline resonance. A relative wants to attain the Great Dao?"
He hesitated for a moment and closed his eyes. His will arrived at the door of the Great Dao.
The door of the Great Dao stood in the darkness, looking majestic. At this moment, a person was waiting here.
It was the Divine Robe Daoist.
Han Huang greeted him and asked, "Senior, who are you waiting for?"