Just as Xiao Yao's comprehension led to a breakthrough in his state of mind.
Far beyond the endless reaches of spacetime outside the Dou Qi Continent, above the Primordial Thirty-Three Heavens, medicinal fragrance permeated a supreme celestial palace shrouded in clouds and immortal aura, filled with the Dao's charm of nonaction and transcendence.
If Xiao Yao had seen it, he would have recognized the Tushita Palace he had long yearned for.
Xiao Yao's master, the supreme saint of the Dao Sect who existed alongside the Great Dao and remained unchanged since eternity, Taishang Laojun, was currently clad in an Eight Trigrams Daoist robe and seated cross-legged before an enormous Eight Trigrams Furnace. Supreme Six Ding Divine Fire burned within it as an unparalleled golden pill slowly took shape, its Dao charm manifesting.
With a sweep of the horsetail whisk in his hand, Laojun slowly withdrew the divine fire. He waved it again, sending the final strand of hand seal into the furnace.
Beside him stood two exquisitely carved, red-lipped, white-toothed Daoist boys. One held a Banana Leaf Fan, while the other cradled a Purple Gold Red Gourd in his palm. Both waited cautiously for the Nine Revolutions Golden Pill within the true Eight Trigrams Furnace to reach its final completion.
The red-clad Kinkaku, with two little topknots on his head, stole a moment amid his work to secretly glance back at his master.
To his surprise, he discovered that Laojun, who was usually as still as an ancient well and seemed accustomed to the rise and fall of all things in the world, now had slightly curved brows. Countless worlds and stellar rivers flowed in his eyes, as though he were gazing down upon the lower realm at something he had discovered. A faintly gratified smile even lingered at the