The Underworld.
Pingxin Palace.
A streak of blood-red light cut through the Netherworld and abruptly stopped before the palace, revealing Minghe's figure.
He had shattered his three corpses, reforged his Dao foundation, and his peak Golden Immortal of the Origin cultivation was seamless and natural.
That bone-deep confidence of having shed his mortal shell and been reborn made even his steps carry a wind.
But the closer he got to Pingxin Palace, the more restrained his pace became. By the time he reached the palace gates, he had already returned to that respectful, deferential manner.
He could not change it.
Put on airs in front of Empress Pingxin? Did he think his life was too long?
He stepped into the hall and immediately saw Pingxin seated in the main seat, as well as Zhen Yuanzi standing off to the side.
Zhen Yuanzi wore an apricot-yellow Daoist robe, his Dao Rhythm withdrawn around him, the aura of a Daluo Golden Immortal of the Origin deep, vigorous, and perfectly rounded.
The two of them looked toward him almost at the same time.
Minghe quickly walked to the center of the great hall and gave Pingxin a deeply respectful salute.
"This subordinate, Minghe, pays respects to Your Majesty."
Then he turned to Zhen Yuanzi and cupped his hands.
"Greetings, Fellow Daoist Zhen Yuanzi."
Pingxin looked him over and spoke calmly.
"Rise."
Zhen Yuanzi spoke first, a sincere smile on his face as he cupped his hands toward Minghe.
"Congratulations, Fellow Daoist. Joyous congratulations, Fellow Daoist."
"Your shattering of the corpses has succeeded, and your Dao foundation has been reforged. Fellow Daoist, the depth of your foundation now far surpasses the past. You are but one step away from that Hunyuan Great Dao."
Minghe hurriedly returned the salute, his face wearing a smile that