After the Great Dao Died

Chen Lingxi stepped through the moonlight and returned to the West Courtyard Servant Quarters.

Once inside his room, the Concealed Edge Method slowly retracted within him. The thin, resilient barrier wrapping his spiritual qi loosened inch by inch. The streak of azure qi in his dantian, like a living creature imprisoned for far too long, finally gained its freedom, stretching out through his meridians to circulate at a languid pace.

He let out a long breath, his taut nerves finally relaxing a fraction.

After changing clothes, Chen Lingxi sat cross-legged, repeatedly combing through everything he had seen and heard tonight in the East King Palace on Cuojin Mountain—every single event, every single word.

Wu Mohe's words surfaced in his mind.

"Lin Suri comes from Daoxia Academy's Chipuo Courtyard. He studies under Jinque True Person Jing Shijue, and this True Person holds a cauldron artifact like the Tribulation-Viewing Pool."

Previously, he could only guess at Lin Suri's origins, but tonight he had finally obtained concrete proof.

"Golden Portal."

Chen Lingxi silently repeated the term in his mind.