The Taiji Golden Bridge carried Laozi, Chen Song, Big White, and Xuandu, the freshly minted second disciple, leisurely back to Kunlun Mountain.
The moment he landed, Chen Song was stunned by the sight before him.
Good heavens, after just a few days, Kunlun Mountain had directly upgraded into prime real estate in the prehistoric world's top school district!
Near the originally rather simple Thatched Hut, two magnificent palaces overflowing with Dao charm stood in a triangular formation, echoing one another from afar.
To the east stood one palace, wreathed in countless strands of auspicious qi and rays of rosy light. Above its gates hung a plaque bearing three ancient divine characters that flowed with Dao charm and contained imposing majesty—"Jade Void Palace." Its white jade steps were spotless, and faint phantoms of immortal cranes circled overhead. Its grandeur was simply off the charts.
To the west stood another palace, its sword qi shooting into the heavens. It vaguely carried the phenomenon of ten thousand immortals paying homage and myriad laws resonating together. Written on its plaque in bold, forceful strokes were the words—"Biyou Palace." There were not many rules at its entrance, but its wild, vibrant aura of flourishing life could be felt from far away.
As for his own master, Laozi merely swept his gaze over the scene and casually waved his sleeve. In an instant, purple qi came from the east for thirty thousand miles, and a palace that appeared simple yet secretly accorded with the supreme principles of yin and yang, as though it were the source of the Great Dao itself, rose from the ground. The three words "Eight Sceneries Palace" on its plaque were tranquil and non-action, yet no one dared underestimate them.
The Three Pure Ones Dojo was officially complete!
Before Chen Song could