Within Primordial Father's Origin Dao Realm, all laws lay silent, with only streams of chaotic energy brushing past like gauze. Li Wuyang's injuries had fully healed, and after being tempered by Primordial Violet Qi, his Dao foundation had grown ever more profound and resplendent, faintly showing signs of a breakthrough. Xuan Jing sat beside him, a fragment of the Reincarnation Mirror Core floating above her palm. As its halo flowed, it blended seamlessly with her aura. The confusion between her brows had vanished, leaving her gaze cool and deep, as though it could reflect the cycles of reincarnation across eternity.
"Burp~" Primordial Father tossed aside a Chaos spirit bone shaped like a true dragon's spine, gnawed completely clean. Smacking his lips in satisfaction, he finally cast a sidelong glance at the grave-faced Li Wuyang and the increasingly unfathomable Xuan Jing.
"Why are you staring at me like that? Waiting for a story?" Primordial Father dug at his ear, his tone lazy, though a trace of grave concern lay hidden in his eyes. "I just took a nap and casually fished up some 'information scraps' drifting over from your homeland. Heh, the Primordial World is lively as ever. The stage has been built right outside Western Spirit Mountain, and they're performing a grand... Journey to the West."
"Journey to the West?" Li Wuyang froze, his brows knitting tightly. He clearly remembered that when he had been forced to leave the Primordial World, the Witch-Demon War had only just ended in bloodshed, and the World Order was being rebuilt. At that time, the aftermath of Buzhou Mountain's collapse had yet to fully settle. Empress Nuwa had only recently mended the heavens, the Heavenly Court had just been established, and Everything was to Be Rebuilt. Dao Ancestor Hongjun had delivered Three Sermons on