The meditation chamber at the deepest part of the Hongmeng Sacred Hall was a place of enlightenment Shen Hao had personally opened after breaking through to the Longevity Realm. It was not large, only about ten feet square. Its four walls were built from Hongmeng Origin Stone, their surfaces engraved with densely packed Chaos Runes and Evolutionary Runes. As the runes flowed, they exuded an incomparably pure Dao Rhyme that far surpassed the outside world. The chamber's center held no furnishings, only a three-foot-square green stone meditation cushion. It was covered by a Dao Carpet woven from Chaos Silk, upon which Dao Rhyme intertwined like living things.
At this moment, Shen Hao sat cross-legged upon the green stone cushion, his eyes slightly closed and his breathing long and steady. No Dao Rhyme leaked from his body, yet he seemed to have merged with the entire chamber, even with the whole Hongmeng Great Land. Since the Myriad Races Grand Ceremony, Shen Hao had often sat here in quiet contemplation. The mysteries of the Longevity Realm were endless. He needed time to absorb this power and comprehend the true essence of the Longevity Dao Rhyme.
Zi Xuan entered the chamber slowly, carrying a warm bowl of Origin Lotus Seed Soup. Her footsteps were exceedingly light, afraid of disturbing Shen Hao's enlightenment. These days, there was less sharpness between Shen Hao's brows and more gentle warmth—a sign that the Longevity Dao Rhyme had seeped into his very bones. She set the lotus seed soup on a jade table in the corner, her gaze resting on Shen Hao, her eyes full of tenderness.
The only sounds in the chamber were Shen Hao's steady breathing and the faint whisper of circulating runes. Zi Xuan did not speak. She merely stood quietly to one side, watching