Purple Sky Palace, At Last They Meet!
Before the initial beginning, the Old Daoist stood quietly.
From the Primordial Epoch, he gazed into the distance, seemingly encompassing the endless infinite Multiverse within his eyes.
The Taiyi Era, the Primordial Epoch, the Tai Shi Era... endless eras, Ancient History, civilizations, space-time, and universes intertwined within his gaze.
They outlined an indescribable, ineffable, unspeakably great existence.
That thing could not be looked upon directly, nor could its full form be glimpsed.
All worlds and all spirits, all things and all existences, everything tangible and intangible, sentient and insentient, formed and formless, could be reflected within it.
Humans saw humans, demons saw demons, immortals saw immortals, gods saw gods, Daoists saw the Dao!
Everything that existed or did not exist could be reflected!
"The Great Dao is like a mirror. One sees oneself, but not the Dao."
The Old Daoist sighed softly.
The Great Dao was mysterious and illusory, lofty beyond imagination. It could not be seen; once seen, it changed, and when unseen, it remained unchanged. No one could see the true face of the Great Dao.
Not even he, as he was now, could do so.
Huff~
With a soft sigh, the Old Daoist strode into the initial beginning and vanished into endless space-time.
At the beginning of Taiyi, space-time was disorderly and chaos was tangled. It seemed visible, yet was in truth difficult to enter.
The old Daoist priest walked onward. Boundless chaos beneath his feet underwent hundreds of millions of changes in an instant, everything shifting violently without the slightest pattern.
Without guidance, even Great Luo cultivators would lose their way, and even Hunyuan cultivators could not enter.
Yet the Old Daoist merely stepped forward one step at a time. Every storm subsided, every endless change vanished, and Boundless