Buzhou Mountain.
Two streaks of golden light tore across the sky and descended onto the square before Pangu Hall.
They were none other than Jieyin and Zhunti.
The moment they landed, Jieyin and Zhunti's figures swayed almost imperceptibly.
What terrifying pressure.
It was not the oppression of a Sage borrowing the momentum of the Heavenly Dao, but a purer, more domineering rejection.
It came from Pangu, yet surpassed Pangu's will.
The spacetime around this great hall seemed to have already stood apart from the Primordial Wilderness, becoming a world of its own.
"Senior Brother."
Zhunti's throat bobbed, his voice a little dry.
"After Fellow Daoist Zhou Ming's breakthrough, this Pangu Hall... has become somewhat terrifying."
Jieyin's face was taut, and his withered fingers turned his prayer beads a few notches faster.
"Hunyuan Taiji... truly lives up to its reputation."
"Let's go. Since we have come, there is no reason to shrink back."
He took a step forward and gave a slight bow toward the tightly shut stone doors.
"Jieyin and Zhunti of the West have come specially to pay a visit to Fellow Daoist Zhou Ming."
His voice pierced through the heavy restrictions and entered the hall.
Rumble.
The heavy stone doors opened inward on their own.
An incomparably dense surge of Law Dao Rhythm instantly rushed into their faces.
"Since you two have come, then come in."
Zhou Ming's voice was calm and waveless, betraying neither joy nor anger.
Jieyin and Zhunti exchanged a glance, drew a deep breath, and stepped inside.
The great hall was extremely vast, as if it contained a world within.
Thirteen figures sat cross-legged atop the high platform.
The instant Jieyin and Zhunti saw those thirteen figures clearly, their pupils suddenly contracted.
The one in the center had black hair hanging to his shoulders,