Heavenly Dao Revival

Fairy Xiaoduan walked into the Green Palace main hall, and Chen Shi wanted to walk in as well, only to feel a wave of heat rushing over him. He actually felt as if he were about to be baked dry, and no matter how exquisite his Dao methods were, he could not withstand it, so he immediately retreated outside the door.

Inside the hall, strands of primordial divine sense surged, contacting Xiaoduan.

"Are there only women left of Ziqi's bloodline?" One of the ancient divine senses sounded somewhat disappointed.

Fairy Xiaoduan said, "Answering the ancestors, I am the only one left of the Great Shang Royal Family."

Another ancient divine sense sighed, "In the end, they still exterminated us completely. Not even the Three Pure Ones are worthy of trust!"

"Even if only one person remains, it is not impossible to revive the glory of Great Shang!"

"Child, what are you asking for? We are merely nine imprisoned, lonely ghosts and stray spirits; we cannot help you with anything."

Fairy Xiaoduan bowed gracefully, her lotus skirt spreading across the ground, "Great Shang experienced the Zhou calamity, and many of the classic texts within the clan have been lost. This disciple has come to beseech the Black Bird True Domain Art to awaken the bloodline of the ancestors. I beg the ancestors to grant this!"

"As you wish."

The doors of the Green Palace main hall suddenly closed, separating Chen Shi and Kundulun.

Chen Shi examined the portals of the Green Palace main hall, seeing that there were many profound textures upon them. These textures belonged to the Daoist textures of the Dark Sea, and because they were branded onto the doors rather than painted, they had not been erased.

He studied them closely, his heart stirring slightly. The textures