The Saints of the Primordial Era Convene to Discuss How to Deal with the Western Teachings

Yue Sheng Palace, Lingxiao Palace.

Nine Chaos Panlong Pillars rose straight to the dome. Azure-gold dragon patterns coiled around them, breathing out the aura of the Great Dao. Totems of Primordial spirits flourishing and multiplying were engraved on the hall's tiles of black-yellow merit. Simply stepping on them brought the weighty blessing of fortune.

Lin Yue and Pangu sat side by side in the seats of honor.

Lin Yue's black robe billowed, and five golden markings swirled between his brows. Chaos Energy and Merit Golden Light intertwined around him, forming an invisible Dao Domain. The pressure of a Flawless Sage was as deep and boundless as the sea, yet restrained and gentle. It did not oppress anyone, but no one dared to take him lightly. Pangu wore a Chaos Cloud Pattern Dao Robe, and the azure-gold pressure of World Creation bore down like Mount Tai. As Dao rhythms flowed around him, faint echoes of the rumbling Creation of Heaven and Earth rang out. His early-stage Sage cultivation was already enough to awe the Primordial Wilderness.

On either side below them sat the Three Pure Ones, Nuwa, and Houtu—the six Sages.

Laozi wore white and held a horsetail whisk. His features were plain and ancient, and purple qi curled around him. He seemed unconcerned with worldly affairs, yet an aura of supreme majesty befitting the Human Sect's leader shone through. Primordial Lord of Heaven wore an Apricot-Yellow Daoist Robe. His phoenix eyes were long and narrow, his gaze sharp as a blade, and Jade Void purity rose around him, displaying the dignity and aloofness of the Chan Sect's leader. Lord of Tongtian wore a blue robe, his long hair falling over his shoulders, and held the Immortal Slaying Sword embryo. Killing Aura and an accommodating Dao rhythm intertwined around him, perfectly