The white-haired old man looked rather unusual.
A rich purple aura swirled around him.
The mere sight of the old man left a deep impression on the Primordial World's living beings.
His withered white hair was sparse atop his head.
The wrinkled crown of his head showed through faintly.
Even the lines on his scalp seemed to reveal a profound Daoist aura.
He truly gave off a terrifying impression.
To think that even the wrinkles on his head could shimmer with a Daoist aura—it was beyond imagination.
That alone was enough to show just how profound his understanding of the Great Dao had become.
The old man's forehead was exceptionally full.
Though it wasn't as exaggerated as the Southern Pole Immortal's.
His forehead was still remarkably full and broad.
A purple crown sat atop his head, and his sparse hair was casually tied into a topknot.
The purple crown rested on that topknot.
The crown sat askew on his head, making him look a little comical.
But it also bore out the principle that the Dao followed nature.
The old man had white hair and a white beard.
Even his mustache was white.
His beard looked a little unkempt, as though he rarely bothered to tend to it.
But a soft white glow emanated from it, so it didn't look dirty.
This old man sat cross-legged on an oddly shaped cushion.
The cushion was a strange blend of blue and red.
The seemingly unkempt cushion was none other than the Wind Fire Cushion, ranked forty-first on the Magic Treasure Ranking.
When they saw the figure appear in the sky,
the Primordial World's living beings erupted in an uproar once more.
They were all very familiar with the figure in the sky.
Wasn't he Taishang Laozi, eldest of the Three