Overnight, everything turned on its head.
The name of Original Daoist spread like wildfire, and by evening, it had reached every corner of the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains.
Today, the Qimen Hall bustled with more than ten times its usual liveliness.
Quite a few people gathered in front of the door, chatting animatedly in small groups.
"Amazing, you've only been here a short while? One battle and you're famous, stealing the show completely."
In the crowd, Zhou Dao emerged and walked towards the main gate.
Wang Xuanzhi couldn't help but sigh as he listened to the discussions around him.
Back then, he and Ma Yinglong had entered the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains, suffering untold hardships and barely surviving, before gradually gaining some recognition.
It wasn't until they both entered the Tao Realm at Nine Elements Mountain that they truly joined the ranks of top experts.
But how long had Zhou Dao been here? Three days, or was it five?