Yangmei Enters the Island, Inquiring About the Primordial Limitless.

Above the South Sea, a streak of eerie light flashed. Yangmei stood in the air, gazing at the small island before him.

"This should be the place. The opportunity points straight to the Great Dao—truly miraculous. But I wonder what exactly it is."

As he slowly approached the island, fragments of knowledge suddenly appeared in his mind out of nowhere.

"I need an alias to enter the island. Strange, strange!"

Still, the Great Dao wouldn't play tricks on matters of fate.

He simply stood outside the island, cupped his hands, and said, "Fellow Daoist within, would you show yourself?"

Cheng Yue had been cultivating. Hearing this, he put down the book in his hands.

On its cover were three large characters: Black Purity Transmission.

He wiped the odd grin off his face and looked outward.

"I hid myself so deep, and someone still found me. I should find a big mountain, dig a cave, and crawl inside—that'd be safer."

After muttering this, he stepped out of the palace, stood before it, and looked up. Another old man.

Thinking of the last old man, his anger flared.

"Grand Unity Heaven, Grand Unity Heaven—where the hell am I supposed to find this so-called Grand Unity Heaven? Truly baffling."

He sighed in helplessness.

Over the past few millennia, he had studied the Daoist Canon.

It mentioned Grand Unity Heaven—ascend into it, transform, and reach the realm of the Grand Unity Immortal.

But Grand Unity Heaven was clearly the Heavenly Court. At this time, the Demon Race had yet to rise, and the Heavenly Court had yet to appear.

Where was he supposed to find Grand Unity Heaven?

That was why he had nothing better to do than read miscellaneous books. Waiting was something he couldn't do anything about.

He could only wait—cultivate to the Taiyi realm, wait for the Heavenly Court to be established, for Grand Unity Heaven to appear. Only then would he have a chance to see.

Now, looking up at the old man above, he felt a flicker of doubt. What did this one want?

"Not going to spout nonsense like the last one, is he?"

As he pondered, another voice came from above.

"Fellow Daoist, I am Yangliu. I saw your Dao field here, passed by, and wished to rest a while."

Hearing this, Cheng Yue breathed a sigh of relief.

The name Yangliu was unfamiliar to him, which put him at ease.

At least it wasn't like that last old man, babbling nonsense.

So he opened the great formation of his Dao field.

Seeing the formation open, Yangmei smiled and entered.

Standing outside, he had noticed that the island was protected by a formation at the Zenith Heaven level. Not daring to barge in, he had announced himself.

Once inside, he stood and looked at Cheng Yue.

He studied him closely but couldn't gauge his depth. He himself was already a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal of the Origin.

Yet he still couldn't see through this man. Likely, this was a Great Power.

One who had walked the path before him.

Such a cultivator should not be offended lightly.

So he spoke directly.

"Greetings, Senior. This junior is Yangliu."

Cheng Yue looked at the old Daoist. He was polite, and with his peak Mystic Immortal aura, one more step forward would bring him to the same Golden Immortal realm as Cheng Yue.

He didn't deserve the title "Senior." It was merely luck that had let him reach the Golden Immortal realm.

"No need for 'Senior.' 'Fellow Daoist' will do."

After speaking, he glanced at his own great hall and said, "Please."

Seeing this, Yangmei felt a little flattered and immediately returned the courtesy.

"Fellow Daoist, after you."

Cheng Yue said nothing more, nodded, and walked into the hall.

Inside, Cheng Yue took the seat of honor, while Yangmei sat below.

Then Yangmei looked at Cheng Yue and spoke.

"Fellow Daoist has fine taste, establishing a Dao field here."

Cheng Yue waved his hand dismissively.

"It can hardly be called a Daoist sanctuary—merely a place to settle down and live. I dwell here simply for the peace and quiet."

Peace and quiet?

His thoughts drifted to the murky depths of the Chaos, where all was dim and directionless, and a faint sigh escaped him.

The Primordial World was naturally far more vibrant and colorful.

"Indeed. How about we, fellow Daoist, engage in a discussion of the Dao?"

Cheng Yue sighed inwardly, then shook his head. The matter of lecturing on the Dao—he had no desire to do so now.

Not for any particular reason, but simply because it was dull.

The path he cultivated had followed the Daoist Canon to reach his current level of attainment.

As for comprehending the Dao itself, he had done nothing special in that regard.

If he were to lecture, he would inevitably reveal his shortcomings. On second thought, it was better to decline.

Yangmei saw the other shake his head and let out a sigh of regret.

If he could discuss the Dao with such a Great Power, there might be a chance to take a step forward.

But from the current state of things, the other was unwilling to lecture.

With a soft sigh, he tucked away a tangle of chaotic thoughts.

Then, shifting his mind, he began to question again.

"Fellow Daoist, do you have any understanding of Primordial Limitless?"

Primordial Limitless?

This was mentioned in the Daoist Canon—its meaning should be common knowledge among cultivators.

Why would this man ask such a question now?

Still, it bore some resemblance to the name of the realm beyond Primordial Unity Grand Unity.

The realm of Primordial Limitless Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal.

That was a realm he had no idea how long it would take to reach.

Letting out a breath, he began to speak.

"Primordial Unity: when the primordial qi is undivided, chaos is one, the beginning of primordial qi! Primordial qi is born within chaos, inside brightness, outside darkness... Mysterious qi arises in emptiness, primordial qi arises in caverns, initial qi arises in nothingness. Thus, one gives birth to two, two gives birth to three, three gives birth to the myriad things. The myriad things bear yin and embrace yang—this is the Supreme Ultimate... The three are born from the origin of the three qi, dwelling at the start of primordial qi, extending to the limitless—this is Primordial Limitless."

A brief explanation, enough to describe Primordial Limitless.

Cheng Yue casually waved his hand, and a wisp of pure qi coalesced in his palm, transforming into a kettle.

He then conjured two cups.

He placed one before Yangmei, then couldn't help but speak.

"Fellow Daoist, I have no fine spiritual roots or immortal teas here. This mere mundane water is somewhat of a slight."

In matters of social grace, Cheng Yue handled it well. He had originally intended to pour tea for his guest.

But the other had started asking questions the moment he entered, nearly making him forget the matter entirely.

At this moment, Yangmei was frowning deeply.

Primordial Limitless, bearing yin and embracing yang—countless insights suddenly arose in his heart.

Hearing the voice beside him, he snapped back to reality and immediately showed some apology.

"Fellow Daoist, your Daoist arts are profound. I seem to have gained some understanding and lost myself for a moment. Please forgive me."

Cheng Yue waved a hand.

"No harm done."

Speaking of which, he found this old man rather agreeable—a world of difference from the last one.

That one had come straight in wanting to share life and death with him. How detestable! Did he think he was a Pockle from Sai Er Hao?

No—to pull off a stunt like provoking a Sage, this wasn't even a Pockle anymore. This was a Shiny Pockle.

This Yang Liu Daoist, on the other hand, was fine—just too many formalities, which he found a bit troublesome.

But at least he was much more pleasant to look at.