Darryl gasped with shock when he looked up. Brilliant lights radiated high above the sky, and the colorful auspicious clouds had transformed into a giant lotus platform—an old man sat on it serenely.

With silver hair falling down his shoulder, the old man was wearing a white robe, and his face was peaceful as if nothing in the world could ruffle him. The old man had a kind face, but he also had an aura that made all living beings willingly submit to him. His eyes looked as if he could see the