Dao rhyme. Dharma arose of itself.
The longevity Dao patterns were inscribed upon the unripe peach fruit, interwoven with its branches and leaves before gathering into a divine breath that shot into the high heavens.
At this moment, the ten-foot peach tree resembled a colossal tree holding up the sky. Its phantom blotted out the sun before slowly drooping down, like the end of the Milky Way in the Ninth Heaven, pouring its undying Dao laws out to heaven and earth.
Spiritual energy seemed intent on forging the entire land into immortal gold.
A step came down. A black iron boot landed upon the ground.
A golden-iron battle halberd rang out. Looking down, he saw an aura like mist over a jade-green sea swiftly submerge the top of his foot.
In an instant, it had even corroded away the iron armor formed from gathered mana, leaving the armored long foot without support as it stepped into this land. Purple-black nails, round as shields, touched the ground.
A bluish-white foot stepped into viscous mire like magma, bringing up flashes of gold and crimson.
"Life?"
A hollow voice, carrying a trace of hoarseness, resounded.
The owner of the voice looked toward the distant sky.
It was shrouded in mist.
Then he looked at the land beneath his feet. Light reflected upon his pale face.
Behind him, clad in a black-and-red Dharma robe, emerged an arcane black-and-white yin-yang fish.
It intertwined into a great Dao millstone, suspended in the void behind him.
The moment the great Dao millstone appeared, the gold-and-crimson radiance retreated as if it had grown eyes.
It was as though an invisible light had appeared around Tu Shan Jun, making it afraid to approach, yet unwilling to remain too far away. It could only lurk silently nearby, peering and staring.