Xuanhuang Sect

The doors of the Xuanhuang Sect hall opened soundlessly. Inside, it seemed like a cosmos unto itself, vast and boundless.

Deep within the great hall, a cluster of clear light hovered above a cloud dais. It was the manifestation of Xuanzun's will.

At this moment, the clear light rippled faintly, seeming a little more solid than it had been before at the Immortal Gate.

"Sect Master, the men have been brought here," the Kind True Immortal reported with a bow.

"Mm. Thank you for your trouble, Junior Brother Yuheng. You may withdraw," Xuanzun's voice came from within the clear light.

"Yes." The Kind True Immortal, Yuhengzi, bowed again, and his figure slowly faded away.

Only Zhou Qing, Lin Yan, and the cluster of clear light upon the cloud dais that represented the Mysterious Immortal Xuanzun remained in the great hall.

Invisible pressure spread through the air.

The clear light flowed, as if a gaze had fallen upon the two of them and was scrutinizing them closely.

After a moment, Xuanzun's voice sounded again, carrying a trace of inquiry.

"The universe from which you hail is nothing more than a marginal corner of a Prehistoric World fragment that was long since judged to have little value and was nearly abandoned. Its spiritual energy is exhausted, and its Daoist Tradition has withered."

"By rights, it should have been utterly impossible for you to locate the coordinates of the Earth Immortal Realm on your own, let alone charge the Immortal Gate."

"Tell me, how did you do it?"

Zhou Qing's thoughts spun like lightning. He knew that before such an existence, false words would likely be difficult to conceal and might instead invite disaster.

He bowed and replied, "Reporting to Senior Xuanzun, we juniors also acted through a chance convergence of fortune."

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