Moo!
A great roar of the Dao that shook the world tore open the starry sky of eternity. From the azure heavens above to the dark depths below, all chanted the Great Dao. Heavenly flowers replaced the brilliant stars across the thirty-three layers of heaven, while immortal nectar surged from the earth, paving little streams of duckweed green.
The lowered ox slowly raised its head, and the old man seated cross-legged upon its back set down the scroll in his hand.
Though many great cultivators had never seen the patriarchs of the Three Teachings, they recognized his identity at first sight.
It was the most natural understanding in heaven and earth: once they saw him, they understood.
Daoist Feng exclaimed in amazement, "Dao Ancestor!"
Beside him, the Ancient Emperor of Star River stared dumbfounded at the green ox striding across the stars, then at the towering phantom of a ghostly deity.
His eyes were full of disbelief. He had thought it understandable that Tu Shan Jun, having become the Heaven-Commanding Sect Master and possessing the power to specifically suppress souls, should possess extraordinary battle strength. But now, with a single sentence calling forth the patriarchs of the Three Teachings, it perhaps already showed that Tu Shan Jun had become an existence capable of standing shoulder to shoulder with them.
"No wonder the leader of Demon Heaven even spoke so tactfully, while the several great sect masters could only ask him to stay..."
The Ancient Emperor of Star River murmured softly.
He still remembered the battle at the Heavenly Abyss of the Eastern Wasteland. Even then, Tu Shan Jun had already been exceptionally difficult to provoke.
Who would have thought that after only a short span of several thousand years, the spirit of an ancestral weapon that had once entered the