Looking at the majestic yet ancient Purple Firmament Palace amid the chaos, Daoist Hongjun softly recited a line.
Purple Firmament Palace.
What a distant name that was.
"As expected of the most supreme figure from countless eons ago. Even the Hunyuan Giants—and even Wuji Giants—who acted in the battle of initial Space-time could only compare to him when Yuan wielded the Main God Hall..."
Before the Purple Firmament Palace, Wushi held a bell in his palm and gazed at the Old Daoist, who displayed no trace of imposing might and looked no different from an ordinary man. His heart stirred slightly.
The Old Daoist was not tall. His eyes were clouded, his body stooped, and he looked as though he were in the twilight of his years.
Yet in Wushi's perception, this Old Daoist was unimaginably vast. His scale was boundless and limitless; no multiverse, not even the Infinite Multiverse Sea, could compare to him!
Above Da Luo, one perceived the essence. When such beings met, they no longer looked at appearance or physique, nor did they compare the strength of their auras.
The elevation of one's essence, the magnitude of one's scale, and the depth of one's Dao source were the most direct measures between Hunyuan Giants.
"Fellow Daoist Hongjun..."
Within the Purple Firmament Palace, Gu Shaoshang lowered his gaze toward the Old Daoist and slowly spoke:
"We meet again."
This was not Gu Shaoshang's first meeting with Daoist Hongjun.
The first time he had met Daoist Hongjun was in the Longevity World. He had gone there to kill the false god Hongjun, only to see Hongjun's true face.
At that time, Daoist Hongjun had only just begun to awaken.
The second time was when he had appeared and saved him.
Yet neither of those two encounters could compare