A winding ancient road, blanketed in the dust of passing years, stretched toward that distant West.
The wind rolled up yellow sand and struck it against the withered wild grass, raising a rustling sound.
A young Daoist in azure robes held a rough rein in his hand and walked steadily along the ancient road.
His features were firm and resolute, only a lingering gloom seemed hidden between his brows.
At the other end of the rein was tied a massive Green Ox.
On the Green Ox's back sat an old man whose beard and hair were entirely white.
The old man's eyes were half-lidded, as though he had merged into one with the Green Ox beneath him, and with all heaven and earth.
These two were precisely Saint Taiqing and Daoist Duobao.
Saint Taiqing slowly opened those eyes of non-action, glanced at the enormous pass standing like a tyrant between heaven and earth in the distance, and spoke in an even voice.
"Once we pass the barrier ahead, we will be within the lands of the West."
"Duobao, have you made your preparations?"
Daoist Duobao, who was leading the ox, did not pause in the slightest. He nodded, his voice steady.
"Replying to Martial Uncle, this disciple is prepared."
Saint Taiqing said no more, merely giving a slight nod.
"Good."
The instant his words fell, a vast and boundless Dao Rhythm spread from his body.
Purple qi surged for thirty thousand li, spanning the sky; Auspicious Clouds coiled, immortal music rang out in waves, and it unfurled all the way toward the mighty pass ahead.
Hangu Pass.
Yin Xi, the pass commander, was patrolling atop the city tower when he suddenly felt Dao Rhythm flowing between heaven and earth, and a supreme pressure came rushing toward him.
He