Finally, Qing Huan's gaze gently fell upon the two exquisitely carved, jade-like children.
The two children, Lian and Yuan Yu, who looked only four or five years old, were now surrounded by spiritual energy, which was quite extraordinary.
Bathed in the radiance of the Xuan Huang Divine Sun and the rich, tangible spring of the Great Dao, the small body seemed to become the purest vessel of Dao essence.
Above Yuan Lian's head, the illusory image of the Nine-Petal azure lotus, which was already full of spirituality, now had a faint dark Xuan Huang color tinged on the edges of its petals. At the lotus heart, a golden light spot the size of a grain of rice, yet containing endless vitality, condensed and slowly rotated, like a miniature projection of the divine sun.
The Yuan Yu radiated a warm and flawless jade light, a light so pure and untouched by dust that it seemed to reflect the patterns of the Great Dao.
Most astonishingly, a tiny yet incredibly clear and profound rune imprint appeared between the brows of both individuals, its shape exactly matching the original mark of the Xuanhuang Dao Lotus Platform!
This mark was not acquired later in life, but rather it was a natural resonance mark that arose from their pure and flawless Innate Dao Body when they sensed the supreme foundation of the Great Dao!
In the innocent eyes of the two children, there was no longer the shock of Kong Xuan, the awe of Great Peng, the filial piety of the Four Unlike, the reverence of Wudang, or the gravitas of Gui Ling; only a pure, extreme joy and curiosity, like that of infants newly arrived in the world.
With babbling and babbling, it stretched out its chubby little hands, as if trying to grasp the golden Daoist spring flowing around it. Its clear, crisp laughter, like the sound of a jade chime at the beginning of the Great Dao, rippled through the sacred and solemn atmosphere, miraculously calming the last trace of agitation in everyone's hearts, leaving only a peaceful tranquility of returning to the source and Dao follows Nature.
The five direct disciples, along with the two Daoist acolytes born from spiritual essence, were all different in appearance and state of mind. Yet, under the radiant light of the Xuan Huang Divine Sun and in the supreme majesty of Qing Huan who governed the Dao, they all found the proof, sublimation, and guiding light for their own Dao path.
At the top of the cliff, Qing Huan's figure merged with the divine sun, which contained profound Xuan Huang and illuminated the ages, becoming the only and eternal anchor and source of the Dao in this turbulent Primordial Wilderness.
The bloody storm of the Tribulation is already roaring and brewing in the Primordial Wilderness, but this place seems to have transcended the calamity.
The Xuan Huang sun shone brightly on the top of the Chuyuan Palace for only a moment, yet a thousand years had already passed in the Primordial Wilderness era.
The Chaos Qi dissipated under the invisible millstone. As the Moon Wheel, the entire Primordial Wilderness world outside Yingzhou Immortal Island was already boiling like a cauldron of soup.
The three-thousand-year period is about to end, and the Azure Celestial Venerable will preach the Azure Origin Immortal Scripture on behalf of the Heavenly Dao, pointing directly to the Great Luo Golden Immortal Dao Fruit—this magnificent Dao sound, like a giant hammer striking the ancient and silent great bell, shattered the ignorance and shackles deep in the bloodlines of countless living beings.
Thus, the endless ocean has never been so crowded and noisy.
A true dragon with its scales bared tore through the waves, Colorful Phoenix with wings reaching the sky stirred up Gale Wind, a black tortoise with its shell on its back swallowed giant waves, and monsters riding on demonic clouds roared in formation...
All sentient beings in the world rushed toward the boundless radiant light in the depths of the Eastern Sea. It was a lighthouse that suddenly rose in the long, silent night, the only sanctuary to be found amidst the bloodshed and carnage.
The chaotic beast opened its greedy eyes amidst the remnants of Chaos Qi, only to be silently repelled and crushed by the invisible, flowing Xuan Huang Daoist energy surrounding the immortal island.
The turbid energy that attempted to invade was silently purified and dissolved by the gentle and boundless radiance the moment it approached.
Yingzhou Immortal Island, suspended above boundless waves, seems to stand alone outside the tumultuous Tribulation, becoming the only stable beacon in the hearts of all living beings in the Primordial Wilderness world.
On the edge of this torrent where all things compete and heaven and earth are overturned, a thin, brown figure clings to the crest of the surging waves, struggling to weave and dodge between the reefs and the swirling eddies. He resembles an ape, his six ears twitching nervously in the gale, absorbing the countless cacophony of roars, curses, prayers, and chaotic Daoist energy from all directions.
It was the Six-Eared Macaque who carried the prophecy, "The Law is not transmitted to the ears."
The grand decree that came from the sky—"
The Qing Yuan Immortal Scripture Primordial Wilderness; all those with the affinity may come and hear it!
--Like a raging fire scorching the withered, tens of thousands of Kalpa of the heart.
In such a turbulent torrent, the cultivation level of Mystic Immortal is as insignificant as a grain of sand.
His eyes held a mixture of intense longing and a deeper fear.
That eavesdropping outside the Purple Cloud Palace earned him a cold, forbidden sentence from the Dao Ancestor, sealing off the world and severing all paths of magic.
Will the Heavenly Venerate Qing Huan, the supreme ruler of the demon race and the stabilizing force of the Primordial Wilderness world, show leniency?
Not daring to approach the powerful demons ahead, it shrank into a tiny shadow, clinging tightly to the cracks in the shell of a relatively gentle ancient tortoise. Using the bitter scent of the ancient moss on the tortoise shell, it tried its best to conceal its faint fluctuations and moved inch by inch toward the center of the rosy light.
At the same time, three clear crane cries pierced through the noisy sea breeze.
Three auspicious clouds drifted in from the southwest horizon, upon which stood three fairies, their robes fluttering in the wind, their beauty unparalleled. The one in the center, Yunxiao, possessed a noble and elegant air, like the cold moon in the azure sky.
His younger sister, Qiong Xiao, was as beautiful as a blooming peach blossom.
The youngest sister, Bixiao, has bright, lively eyes, and a hint of lightning flashes in her gaze.
A burly man with a thick beard followed closely behind, his face dark and his eyes bulging. He seemed to be riding on the wind and clouds, and his aura was as solid as a mountain. This was his brother, Zhao Gongming.
The four siblings were born from the Transformation of a pure and pristine Innate Cloud and Mist and the Primordial Yang Qi. As soon as they were born, they sensed the oppressive aura of the Witch and Demon and demon races, which stirred up the Karma heaven and earth and entangled the long river of fate, like dark clouds pressing down on them.
Instinctively avoiding the center of the vortex, they quietly guarded their spiritual roots deep within the Kunlun clouds and mist.
"Brother, sister,"
Bixiao gazed at the bustling crowd below, her clear, childlike voice trembling slightly.
"All living beings say that the Witch-Demon Calamity arose from a tiny seed and will ultimately destroy the Primordial Wilderness. We, born of the pure and clear energy of heaven and earth, should be carefree and unrestrained, far removed from the mire of Karma... But this journey has tainted us with the Karma of this place; is it..."
Before she could finish speaking, a deep fear flickered in her eyes of the crimson tribulation clouds that were about to engulf the heavens and earth.
"Little sister, be careful what you say."
Yunxiao's voice was like the gentle tapping of a jade chime, clear and carrying a soothing power. Her gaze pierced through the clamor below, landing on that transcendent immortal island shrouded in the radiant light of the Xuan Huang Divine Radiance.
"The Heavenly Venerate Qing Huan possesses transcendent Daoist arts, like a pillar stabilizing the sea."
Its Dao Field, Yingzhou, has become the only tranquil eye in the eye of the Tribulation's storm.
This is no ordinary transmission of the Dharma; it is the propagation of Heaven's teachings, the sowing of the supreme seeds of the Way.
The Qing Yuan Immortal Scripture points directly to the Great Luo Realm, serving as the supreme ladder for us Innate Lifeform to unlock the gates of the Great Dao.
"If you miss this opportunity, you may never have another chance like it."
She subtly calculated with her fingertips, the flowing clouds swirling and unfolding between them, her delicate brows furrowing slightly before relaxing again.
"Even if there are Karma entanglements, we are still within the net of the Dao, and there is no way to avoid it. We might as well rise up and go straight in, to find our pure and free path in the Dao Sound. This journey is a calamity, but it is also the beginning of our brother and sister's transcendence."