A Sage was an incarnation of the Heavenly Dao. Should an ordinary living being dare calmly accept their salute, heavenly punishment would descend in an instant—thunder and fire burning away their body, their soul and spirit scattering, not even ashes left behind.
The two fellow cultivators had only reunited after hundreds of millions of years, so naturally they had much to say to one another.
Rather than going to the main hall, they simply leaned against the Ginseng Fruit Tree, sat casually upon the bluestone ground, and spoke heart to heart.
Suddenly, the clear bellow of an ox and the long cry of a phoenix came from the horizon. Hongyun and Zhenyuanzi raised their heads at the same time. Only to see a vast sweep of purple qi surging in from the east, tearing through the firmament; flowers rained down from the sky in rustling showers, golden lotuses bloomed across the earth one after another, auspicious light drifted through the void in all ten directions, and immortal music rose from nothingness, its notes shaking the cosmos—something no mortal realm could hope to match.
Six figures emerged in the air and drifted straight toward Wuzhuang Temple.
Five men and one woman—their features had yet to appear clearly, yet their auras already proclaimed their identities. They were the Six Great Sages of Zhou Tian.
Their steps appeared leisurely, as though strolling through a garden, yet every step secretly conformed to the pivotal workings of heaven and earth. Their surrounding auras were profound beyond profundity, as if they breathed and pulsed as one with the void. When still, they seemed to merge into heaven and earth; when they moved, they stirred the wind and clouds of the eight wildernesses. Close one's eyes and examine them carefully, and there seemed to be nothing at