Inside Eight Sceneries Palace, Sage Taiqing Laozi sat cross-legged on the Wind Fire Cushion, the three flowers atop his head swaying within his auspicious clouds.
Beside him, the Taiji Diagram slowly revolved, expounding the supreme Great Dao of Yin-Yang rotation.
His aura was perfectly unified, as if in harmony with the Heavenly Dao, calm as an ancient well.
The Sage watched that wisp of starlight fall before him.
"Mercy! Mercy!"
"You've had a hard time of it." Sage Taiqing lowered his eyes and sighed.
They said Taishang was emotionless, Yuqing was protective of his own, and Shangqing never let a slight go unanswered.
But who could know that, on the Great Dao, the truly emotionless one was Taiqing?
At least Sage Taiqing couldn't bring himself to treat his disciples as mere chess pieces.
To use them whenever he pleased, then abandon them the moment the situation turned unfavorable!
Taigong Wang was like that. The Duke of Zhou was like that. So was Duke Zhao.
And now, it was Bo Yikao's turn.
But Sage Taiqing couldn't judge him, either.
After all, ever since Yuanshi had witnessed the fall of the Human Emperor at Mingtiao, he had already walked into an extreme dead end.
The next moment, the void before the Sage rippled like a water mirror, reflecting the scene at Dou Mansion's Golden Palace.
"Alas..."
A soft sigh broke the silence of Doushuai Palace.
Grand Master Xuandu, standing nearby, shuddered and looked up at his master.
"After thirty-six thousand years, the descendants of Zong Zhou have come to this... Only this wisp of their true spirit remains."
Sage Taiqing Laozi spoke slowly. His voice was still calm, but now it carried an indescribable note.
As though his gaze pierced the mists of reincarnation, Sage Taiqing saw the dense, inescapable