Yan Zhaoge and Fu Ting exchanged looks as they saw that treasured light that shot into the skies.
While it was clearly full and auspicious, a supreme treasured light, this world here just seemed so unspeakably strange.
Whether it was Yan Zhaoge or Fu Ting, both could tell that this was not some mere prank done by some weak, minor entity.
The concept contained within the treasured light was lofty and refined to the extreme as it was no simple, inferior thing at all.
It had unquestionably received the true legacy of Daoism, yet having a different flag as it was like it had opened a different path outside of the dao tradition of the founders of the Three Purities.
It was just that this path seemed to walk towards the same endpoint as the essence of the scriptures of the Future Buddha and the current Buddhism.
One was Daoism and one was Buddhism, yet both were subtly similar in this respect.