"Two Saints have actually come to this land?"
The immortal who had come from Chaos watched as two beams of light imbued with Saintly might descended into the mountains ahead, and marveled inwardly.
He quietly sensed them from where he stood, feeling that the two beams of Saintly light bore some subtle correspondence to his own cultivation.
After pondering for a moment, his expression shifted. He murmured, "These two Saints are fated to cross paths with me!"
With that, the immortal strode forward, walking on clouds toward Mount Sumeru!
"Fellow Daoist, please wait!"
Just then, a deep voice rang out behind him, calling the immortal to a halt.
Hearing the call, the immortal's expression changed. The voice sounded familiar, and he hurriedly turned around.
Before him stood an old man dressed all in white, with white hair and beard. A halo crowned his head, and despite his white hair, his face was youthful. The immortal stared at him, momentarily dazed.
"It's you! Hong... Senior Brother Hongjun!"
He had not seen this old acquaintance for countless myriads of years. The scene before him felt both familiar and dreamlike.
"Junior Brother Hun Kun! I never expected you to come to my Great Desolate World! It's been ten Kalpas since the Chaos Turbulence separated us!"
When Hongjun realized the immortal was his junior brother, Old Ancestor Hun Kun, he felt a nostalgic joy—but at the same time, a trace of unease.
As the Heavenly Dao of this world, how could he not have heard Hun Kun say upon his arrival, "This world will belong to me from now on!"
Although Old Ancestor Hun Kun had been referring to a Dao Field in the Western World, in Old Ancestor Hongjun's eyes, he might have meant the entire Primordial World!
"Ten Kalpas have already passed?"