At this delicate moment, as the relationship between the Wu and human races grew increasingly close while the demon race harbored secret resentment,
a storm that seemed unrelated to this was quietly brewing outside Wuzhuang Temple on Longevity Mountain.
Within Wuzhuang Temple, it still had the air of an immortal abode. The Ginseng Fruit Tree was lush and vigorous, radiating immense vitality.
Yet Zhenyuanzi's brows remained furrowed with worry day after day.
He was not worried for himself, but for his closest friend, Ancestor Hong Yun.
Recently, Zhenyuanzi had noticed that his old friend Hong Yun seemed somewhat restless.
That day, the two of them sat beneath the Ginseng Fruit Tree playing chess, and Zhenyuanzi spoke up.
"Daoist brother, I've noticed that you've seemed distracted lately. What's troubling you?"
Hong Yun sighed, a trace of irritation showing between his brows—an irritation he himself had not noticed.
"I don't know why, but lately, whenever I meditate, I feel restless and agitated. The Primordial Violet Qi seems to be stirring. In the darkness, it feels as though something is calling me."
"Brother, I want to travel outside for a while and clear my mind. Perhaps I may find a trace of the opportunity to become a Sage."
Recently, the Primordial Violet Qi had often trembled faintly within his Violet Palace, giving off an indescribable sense of restlessness, as though urging him toward some particular place.
This intent was formless and intangible, yet it constantly affected Hong Yun's state of mind, preventing him from calmly enjoying tea and chess or discussing the Dao at Wuzhuang Temple as he had in the past.
Zhenyuanzi set down his teacup. He faintly sensed a trace of unease. Although the secrets of heaven were muddled, his companion spirit treasure, the Earth Book, would occasionally reflect hints of