Strong Ones, Ask Not Their Origins!
Was this cloud before him, which looked so innocent and naive, really as harmless as it appeared?
Ye Fan gave the cloud, glowing red as it struggled to pile itself into a humanoid form and draw closer to him, a deep look before shaking his head slightly.
He neither paid heed to its words nor drove it away, continuing toward Buzhou Mountain.
Buzhou Mountain was immeasurably tall. As heaven and earth changed nine times a day, it too changed, piercing through layer upon layer of heavenly palaces and propping up the spine of heaven and earth.
It was not only the center of the primordial world, but also a mountain of legend.
Cultivating and traveling here, future generations would surely have tales of Innate Great God Ye Fan, measuring the primordial world barefoot, cultivating beneath Buzhou Mountain, comprehending the Dao, meeting Innate Great Gods, discussing the Dao with the Three Pure Ones, and living beside Empress Wa...
Wasn't that how one's origins came to be?
"Great Immortal..."
The cloud was stunned at first, and its gathered humanoid form immediately dispersed into vapor.
After hesitating for a moment, it gathered into human form again and followed Ye Fan.
In its muddled awareness, it only felt that the Great Immortal was very, very important to it...
In the days that followed, one man and one cloud headed toward Buzhou Mountain.
The moment Gu Shaoshang stepped into the primordial world, endless Dao-radiance appeared before him, giving rise in an instant to countless faintly visible lines.
There were too many lines to count, entwining with one another.
Some were thick, some thin. Some stretched endlessly, some broke halfway through. Some were detached, some cold, some domineering, some peaceful...
They came in every kind imaginable.
They were not