Several thousand years passed in the blink of an eye.
The stone door of the secret chamber in Lingxiao Treasure Hall slowly pushed open from the inside, and Haotian's figure appeared in the doorway.
After several thousand years of sitting in stillness and healing, the injuries on his body had already fully recovered.
Yaochi had long been waiting outside the door. Seeing him emerge from seclusion, a faint, relieved smile appeared on her face.
"Senior Brother, have your injuries healed?"
Haotian nodded slightly.
"My injuries have already recovered."
"Let's go. To Zixiao Palace."
Yaochi asked no further questions, only nodded silently.
She knew that her senior brother's knot of worry could only be untied by the Dao Ancestor.
Or rather, only by receiving a definite answer from the Dao Ancestor could he truly walk out from the shadow of this failure.
Their figures turned into two streaks of flowing light and left Lingxiao Treasure Hall without a sound, flying straight toward the endless chaos beyond the Thirty-Third Heaven.
Within the chaos, there remained that eternal deathly silence and void.
Earth, fire, water, and wind raged violently, and turbulent currents of space-time ran rampant.
But all of this could not form any obstacle for two mighty beings at the peak of Quasi-Saint.
Following the path in their memories, they traveled for a long time through the gray, murky currents of chaos.
At last, they stopped.
According to their memories, that ancient and everlasting Zixiao Palace should have been suspended in this region.
But before their eyes, aside from the endlessly surging Chaos Qi, there was nothing at all.
There was nothing here.
There was no ancient, weathered palace with Dao Rhythm formed by heaven itself, no heavy palace gate that had kept countless mighty beings outside.
There was only a void,