Chapter Seventy-Three: The Three Pure Ones' Discussion
Atop Kunlun Mountain, ten-thousand-year-old black ice reflected the eternal stars. The Three Pure Ones Hall bathed in a hazy purple aura, which twisted and coiled like a living thing, resembling a divine dragon guarding the sacred hall.
Inside the hall, Chaos Qi ebbed and flowed, while Dao Resonance streamed like something tangible. Taishang Laojun sat cross-legged on a meditation cushion with his eyes closed, his form seemingly merged with the void. The white jade horsetail whisk between his knees naturally circulated Primordial Clear Light, as though combing through Yin Yang;
Yuanshi Tianzun wore a solemn expression. The Three Treasures Jade Ruyi in his palm exhaled innate pure radiance, while countless galaxies rose and perished in the depths of his eyes, reflecting the Heavenly Dao Trajectory;
Tongtian Jiaozhu's posture was unrestrained as he leaned against a cloud couch. Though the Qingping Sword laid across his knees remained sheathed, its supreme edge, capable of Severing Heaven and splitting earth, faintly seeped out. It harmonized with the bronze bell in the corner of the hall, which rang without any wind, its lingering chimes echoing through the air.
At that moment, a ripple of Dao Resonance originating from the depths of Chaos pierced ten thousand miles of clouds and arrived without a sound, causing the hearts of all three Saints to ripple at once.
Laozi gently raised the horsetail whisk in his hand. Though the movement seemed slow, it was actually swift. The void before him immediately rippled with light, transforming into a clear screen. Three scenes containing Heavenly Secrets appeared in succession:
The first scene showed Green Light splitting the firmament. It was precisely the moment of Yang Mei's Transformation. That emerald pillar of light, originating from Chaos and piercing heaven and earth, appeared once more.