Xuanyuan Renzun, Old Immortal Cixuan

Within the dim turbulence of the Great Dao, a majestic Fire Phoenix was flapping its wings and pressing onward, and atop the Phoenix's head stood two figures.

One of them was none other than the Son of Heaven, Xuanyuan Renzun.

He wore a golden robe, upon which was embroidered a divine beast resembling a Qilin, and a golden crown with bead curtains rested on his head. He looked like an emperor, yet as his robe fluttered, the transcendent, unworldly immortal air about him could not be hidden at all. His features were handsome, arrogance that proclaimed he alone reigned supreme radiating from between his brows, and his bearing was equally overbearing.

Standing beside Xuanyuan Renzun was an old immortal in a white robe, his back hunched, a peachwood staff in his hand. A peach blossom hung from the head of the staff, and his entire person had the bearing of an immortal sage. He was stroking his beard, eyes narrowed, staring ahead.

His name was Old Immortal Cixuan. He was an Immortal Monarch who acted on Xuanyuan Renzun's behalf, and his cultivation was that of a Miaozhen Great Luo Immortal.

"Your Highness, on this trip to the Heavenly Spirit Great World, I fear there may be variables."

Old Immortal Cixuan spoke, his tone worried.

Xuanyuan Renzun looked ahead and said, "My struggle with Taixian Shenyuan has already entered a deadlock. If I do not seek new strength, I will only become passive."

Hearing this, Old Immortal Cixuan could not help but sigh.

Since the great war began, the unease in his heart had grown stronger and stronger. For the forces of Chaos to attack at this critical juncture was truly inauspicious, and Xuanyuan Renzun and Taixian Shenyuan had already gone to war; it was impossible to stop. Both sides were