Xu Qing looked out beyond the scroll painting. He looked… in the direction of the Dao Immortal Sect.

His fleshly body had not reacted at all because of what happened there. But it was different when it came to his mind. There was a vague sensation that surpassed the level of the fleshly body, and existed in his thoughts.

Someone wants to take my dao?

He considered the situation briefly, then cleared his thoughts.

Right now, the most important thing for him was to stabilize his eighth extreme. The eighth extreme had appeared exactly as he had planned it to. But the birth of canon was definitely beyond what he had expected. It would forever change how he fought.