I am a loser, but I defeated countless geniuses with the Soul-Calming Tower.

The gatekeeper responded to Yu Bing and flattered her lightly.

Lin Xuan was a little embarrassed and immediately said, "Xiao Yu'er, you can't chew too much at once. Just take it one step at a time. Now you can focus all your energy on completing the Northern Sutra."

"Okay, Brother Lin Xuan!" Yu Bing didn't hesitate and nodded her little head quickly.

Si Yingxue and Lian Qingtian, who had already gathered a large lake, listened on the side and nodded in agreement.

Then, everyone's eyes turned to Young Master Fengmo.

Time flew by, and two quarters of an hour later, Young Master Fengmo suddenly opened his eyes.

"How...is this possible? Why is it so obscure and difficult to understand? Why is it so exhausting to comprehend?"

Young Master Fengmo murmured, his heart full of disbelief.

"Could it be..."

Young Master Fengmo turned to look at Lin Xuan and the others. The gatekeeper's previous words kept flashing through his mind, and his eyes suddenly became empty.

"Now you know?"

The gatekeeper suddenly asked, but without waiting for his answer, the voice continued to come out.

"Without the help of the boiling sutra, your speed of comprehension will be just so-so, not even close to that of the contemporary masters, and you will never be able to catch up with the Supreme Xia."

"I advise you again, it's important for a cultivator to know himself. Don't be a clown and make others laugh at you."

Young Master Fengmo trembled all over and was completely speechless.

Now he had to believe it, but he was still unwilling. An increasingly unwilling light flashed across his empty eyes, and he stared at Lin Xuan from the corner of his eyes.

Lin Xuan was too lazy to pay attention to him. He hoped that the gatekeeper would put pressure on Feng Mo Shaozun so that he could improve himself as soon as possible.

Raising a Gu is indeed a bit difficult, but for the sake of practice time, Lin Xuan has to endure it temporarily.

After all, this is not the outside world. It is really difficult to get time for cultivation. We can only make use of all limited resources.

The Sifang Taoist Temple soon fell silent. The gatekeeper raised his hand and threw out several tokens, which were engraved with four different words: east, south, west and north. They fell into the hands of several people who had comprehended the scriptures.

"With this token, you can enter and exit one of the four academies. Each academy has different specialties, and the opportunities and inheritances you can obtain are also different."

"If you want to go to the other three academies, you need to comprehend the corresponding basic scriptures. Of course, candidates for the Dao are not restricted and can go to any region."

"However, if candidates for the Dao-holding title want to inherit more advanced scriptures, they still need to challenge the four academies and gain the qualification to enter the secret place."

"Of course, this poses no problem for the candidate for the position of Supreme Leader."

Hearing the gatekeeper's words, Lin Xuan and the others immediately nodded.

He was not in a hurry to leave, but waited in the dojo.

The Four Directions Domain began to vibrate, and people continued to condense the roots of the Four Directions and began to evolve the Great Lake. Eventually, the Great Lake was absorbed into their spiritual sea.

Of course, their lake is a little behind that of Yu Bing and others. They are just at the entry level, not as perfect as Lin Xuan's, reaching the point of covering the sky and blocking the sun, nor is it boiling intentionally.

"Amitabha!"

"In the past three days, I have entered the Western Buddhist scriptures and have the potential to practice the Dao!"

Wuwang's voice suddenly rang out from the Sifang Dojo, but his words were soon interrupted.

The one who interrupted him was none other than Young Master Fengmo.

"Shut up and stop embarrassing yourself..."

In the four-sided dojo, the four-colored light shines continuously.

Wuwang's words were interrupted by Fengmo Shaozun, but he was not angry.

"Amitabha, Young Master has actually woken up already. He must have entered the sutras earlier than this humble monk, right?"

"Young Master Emperor Purple's talent seems to far surpass that of his contemporaries..."

Before Wuwang could finish his words, a loud shout suddenly exploded in his ears.

"I told you to shut up!"

"Huh!" Wuwang was slightly stunned and looked at Fengmo Shaozun with some confusion.

What surprised him was that Young Master Fengmo seemed to be entangled in bad memories, and his expression was gloomy and uncertain.

"Young Master, what are you doing..."

Wuwang became increasingly confused and couldn't help but ask questions.

Young Master Fengmo did not reply, his mental power rushed out directly and quickly poured into Wuwang's mind.