"Is this... Shakyamuni's disciple?" An old blind man spoke, with the shadow of the Celestial Cycle subtly shifting behind him, it was [Fuxi], the Fuxi who opened the heavens.
All eyes fell, the Other Shore Mountain seemed overwhelmed, emitting a sound of breaking, the creatures on the mountain found it difficult to breathe,
yet the Lame Daoist remained serene, his expression calm, even smiling.
"I am Meng Ahnan, greetings to you all, resplendent Heavenly Will..."
He clasped his hands together, slightly bowed, then raised his head, gazing directly at the blazing sun above, a dilapidated Taoist Temple faintly appeared behind him.
Meng Ahnan suddenly frowned, for the Taoist Temple, guided here through void by Him, had arrived without any hindrance, yet he could clearly observe that the position of the Taoist Temple had shifted,
and was no longer in that Great Wilderness, but directly from the underground of this Other Shore World.
Who moved the Taoist Temple?
