Zixiao Palace.
The entire daoist temple was neither gold nor wood, built entirely from the purest Hongmeng Stone. There were no excessive carvings upon it, only endless Great Dao auras flowing slowly through its surroundings.
This was the core of all Heavenly Dao order in the Primordial Wilderness, as well as the place where Dao Ancestor Hongjun had secluded himself after merging with the Dao.
Qin Mu had just arrived before the gates of Zixiao Palace. Before he could raise his hand to knock, the heavy bronze doors that had remained shut for countless ages let out a muffled boom and slowly opened to either side.
An ancient, ethereal voice, devoid of any discernible joy, anger, sorrow, or delight, drifted out from the depths of the main hall.
"Come in."
Qin Mu's expression remained unchanged as he stepped into the hall.
The interior of Zixiao Palace was incomparably vast and empty.
There were no pillars around it. Above was a boundless, profound canopy of stars, where countless threads of laws intertwined and streaked through the heavens, evolving the birth and destruction of the Great Desolation World.
At the very front of the hall sat an unremarkable-looking green meditation cushion.
A gaunt old man clad in a grayish-white daoist robe sat cross-legged upon a meditation cushion.
His face was withered, his eyes half-closed. Though he sat there, he seemed to have fused with heaven and earth itself. Not a trace of a living person's vitality could be sensed from him; only boundless Heavenly Dao majesty permeated the surroundings.
It was none other than Dao Ancestor Hongjun.
Another meditation cushion had likewise been placed below the hall.
Qin Mu showed no restraint. He walked forward, lifted the hem of his green robe, and sat down openly.
Looking at Hongjun above him, he