Tong Sea, Divination Palace.
An old man in a yin-yang robe sat quietly atop the Seven Stars Platform. The powers of yin and yang revolved around him, and faintly, it seemed as though the seasons turned and the years flowed.
A long while passed.
The old man slowly opened his eyes and looked up at the heavens, a trace of bewilderment appearing on his face.
"The ages... are about to awaken? I wonder if the Nine Provinces Martial Dao is truly prepared?"
The old man let out a long sigh in his heart.
Just as he was lost in thought.
Suddenly,
The old man's gaze froze slightly, and he once more raised his head toward the heavens.
Above the vast sky, the stars revolved. Faintly, one star seemed exceptionally bright, with an ethereal aura of a Celestial Being stirring beneath it.
The old man was briefly stunned, then a smile appeared on his face as he sighed with some emotion.
"Junior Brother Yu Chen, after several thousand years of refinement, you have finally brought your cultivation to completion."
That wisp of Celestial Being aura seeped out from the deepest part of the Divination Palace. At the deepest part of the Seven Stars Platform, the surrounding walls were covered in stars. On the circular dais sat an old man like a withered monk, slowly opening his eyes.
Those eyes were like the stars filling the sky, surging with a dense aura of time.
Then, time all around them abruptly came to a standstill before rapidly rewinding.
After several breaths, his former ragged, unkempt appearance vanished. In its place was a clean yin-yang robe. Even his face had become middle-aged, with a goatee and the bearing of an immortal. The aura of time rose from his body and merged with heaven and