Shouyang Mountain, Eight Sceneries Palace.
Sage Taiqing sat upright upon a cloud couch, his eyes seeming closed yet not quite. At his side, Samadhi True Fire licked languidly within the Eight Trigrams Purple Gold Furnace, while the hazy purple qi of Nine Revolutions Golden Elixirs coiled inside.
Yet between the brows of this Mystic Gate Senior Brother, Pangu Sage, lingered a trace of loneliness that could not be dispelled.
A streak of clear light silently pierced through the palace halls, and Primordial Heavenly Venerate's figure was already standing in the great hall.
His purple-ribboned immortal robes were immaculate, the All-Heavens Auspicious Cloud suspended above his crown. Beaded tassels hung down, and ten thousand Golden Lamps illuminated even the heavy pill qi within Eight Sceneries Palace with a magnificent, upright splendor.
"Senior Brother." Primordial Heavenly Venerate spoke, his voice clear as jade striking stone, yet carrying a weight capable of crushing ten thousand jun. It shattered the age-old tranquility of Eight Sceneries Palace.
"The Immortal and Divine Slaying Calamity has arrived before Jiepai Pass!"
Sage Taiqing slowly raised his head. His brows and hair were white, and deep within his eyes lay an undispersed primordial chaos—embracing all things, yet seeing through all things.
Deep within those chaotic eyes, he was neither sad nor happy; they reflected only Primordial Heavenly Venerate's figure of solemn appearance.
"Tongtian... has ultimately set down the Zhu Xian Sword Formation?"
"It is more than merely the Zhu Xian Sword Formation!" Primordial Heavenly Venerate's brows slightly furrowed, and a trace of gravity quietly flashed past his Dao heart, Immortal to all Calamities.
"The myriad immortals of Biyou have formed their ranks; the Intercepting Sect has sent forth all its finest.
Junior Brother Tongtian's obsession runs too deep. The Zhu Xian Sword Formation's savage might towers to the heavens.