After passing through that seemingly endless torrent of Innate Spiritual Energy, Chu Qing's steps finally stopped before the "Nirvana Cage" in the deepest reaches of the Dao Treasury. There was no light here, and no time, only countless dense ancient runes that bound several desolate figures like a spiderweb. These figures were all ancient immortals said in legend to have long since been lost to the river of history.
Though their auras were faint, Chu Qing could sense from them a power utterly different from anything he had ever experienced—it was not analysis that relied on data, nor manipulation through so-called authority, but an ultimate comprehension of the Great Dao of heaven and earth that came from the marrow of their bones.
"I have waited for hundreds of millions of years, and at last I have seen another outsider who does not rely on the Dharma-Ending Law." The white-haired elder at their head slowly opened his eyes. There was no despair born of imprisonment in his gaze, only a calm that had transcended the Red Dust. "Who are you? To think you could cultivate such pure Daluo qi in this utterly dead Innate forbidden ground."
Chu Qing stepped forward slowly. With every step he took, the decayed chains of rules that imprisoned the ancient immortals let out waves of mournful cries under the impact of his powerful Dao resonance. He did not act directly, but used a wisp of the primordial aura he had personally proven to resonate with these chains.
"My name is Chu Qing. I have come this time to recover the truth of the Great Dao that was twisted by the Dharma-Ending age." Chu Qing's voice was not loud, yet it stirred a resonance throughout the entire cage.
When the ancient immortal heard the word "truth," the