The night was dark and surging.
Summer rain poured down in torrents.
"Fellow young Taoist Priests, have you ever heard that hundreds of years ago in the Great Zhou Dynasty... there was a Daoist who cut down demons and devils along his path until he had cleared the Three Realms of all evil spirits and demons?"
"Hey! Back then, I, the old God of the Earth, was just a mountain spirit who had newly awakened to spiritual wisdom, and from afar, I saw that Immortal Master Daoist fight with his own fists, subduing mountains and rivers!"
"Let's not even talk about Great Demons that have cultivated for a thousand years, even the Evil God and Deceitful Immortal were not his match with a single blow."
"That fiery battle scene, to this day, I can't forget it!"
Here, in his tone, it was inevitable to sense a little pride: "Back then, I, the old God of the Earth, even had a few words with that Immortal Master Daoist!"
