Golden light flashed, transforming into a multicolored cloud and disappearing into the distance.
Fang Wuliang wiped his hair, his head covered in sweat.
"At home rely on your parents, outside rely on your predecessors! Lu Xuanji truly has great skills!" Fang Wuliang pondered, recalling those words.
Among the words of True Monarch Xuanji, there was a hint of admonishment, gentle yet firm, soft yet hard.
However, the most formidable was that single strike.
The power of that strike was so strong, it had already surpassed an ordinary Divinity Transformation Strike.
Under that strike, he could have been directly slain.
His form flickered, and Fang Wuliang returned to the Cave Mansion, saying to the young disciple, "Gather together those senior and junior brothers and sisters..."
"Understood, Master!"
The young disciple departed.
A few days later, a dozen disciples gathered together to listen to their teacher's instruction.
