New Momentum

In the dark void, a patch of purple cloud floated before a bright full moon. Atop the cloud stood a broken cliff, and on the cliff sat an old man in white robes.

He had crane-white hair and a childlike face, and two halos hovered behind his head, constantly shifting colors, beautiful and dreamlike.

He opened his eyes, pinched his fingers to calculate, and his expression turned strange.

He began deducing again and again, but no matter how he tried, he could not unravel the confusion in his heart.

A figure suddenly appeared behind him. It was a Heavenly God clad in blood armor, his aura terrifying, white hair drifting, with the mark of a blood-colored flower on his forehead.

It was none other than the God of Heavenly Destruction!

He also had another identity. His name was Long Mie, and he was the grandson of Great Emperor Long Xin.

The God of Heavenly Destruction bent at the waist and raised his hands, saluting the old man in white. "Master, your disciple has come to see you."

"How many years has it been? You have finally come. It seems you successfully refined a dharma body for that existence," the white-robed old man said, his tone calm.

The God of Heavenly Destruction replied, "It was my duty. The Heavenly Mandate is hard to defy."

"The Heavenly Mandate is hard to defy? Indeed, the Heavenly Mandate is hard to defy."

The white-robed old man stood up, turned to look at the God of Heavenly Destruction, and swept his gaze over him from head to toe, a look of gratification appearing in his eyes.

"Your Dao attainment is not bad. It proves you did not let the years go to waste, and that my cultivation of you was not in vain," the white-robed