Within the Seventh Ring of the Primordial Wilderness stood an immortal mountain. Strange flowers filled it with fragrance, exotic scents lingered in the air, immortal mist curled about it, and fiery clouds stretched in an unbroken expanse, hanging straight to the highest heavens.
Within the mountain, an immortal cave lay hidden amid the hazy mist.
Auspicious qi surrounded it, lotus blossoms floated in the air, and it resembled a supreme immortal realm.
Hong Yun sat quietly in his dojo. Around him, rainbows shimmered with color, while rosy clouds formed a curtain about his body.
It gave off an indescribable, unnameable sense of tranquility.
At that moment, Hong Yun slowly opened his eyes and scratched his head in confusion.
"Strange. Why do I feel as though someone is about to steal one of my titles?!"
Yet Hong Yun also felt that title was not important to him.
So he stopped taking it to heart.
Instead, he continued cultivating. After all, cultivation was what mattered most right now.
Only by reaching the Grand Unity Golden Immortal realm as soon as possible could he emerge from seclusion, leave this place, and roam the Primordial Wilderness to his heart's content.
Just as Hong Yun was about to resume cultivating—
A terrifying pressure suddenly swept across heaven and earth. Then, with a soft "Hm?" it slowly settled upon him.
Before that pressure and gaze, Hong Yun felt like nothing more than an ant.
Insignificant to the utmost.
That gaze merely fell upon him once.
Yet it made his entire body tremble uncontrollably.
Then, the kind yet aged voice from earlier rang out across this world once more.
"A cloud of merit between heaven and earth has attained the Dao? Very good. Young man, you are fated with this old Daoist. Would you like a master?!"