Dao Ancestor Hongjun was in charge of internal affairs?
That was downright ridiculous...
Was the Primordial World he had painstakingly protected really supposed to be run internally by Dao Ancestor Hongjun?
What a fucking joke.
No wonder these Sages were more shameless than the last.
So this was where it all started.
Dao Ancestor Hongjun himself was shameless.
How could anyone else possibly have any shame?
Su Changkong let out a cold laugh.
He raised a hand and pointed at the Heavenly Vault.
"Get down here and talk."
His voice rumbled through heaven and earth.
The Heavenly Vault itself rippled endlessly, as if it might shatter at any moment.
Then a long silence fell over the world.
After the silence had lingered for a while,
a streak of golden light finally descended from the sky.
It appeared opposite Su Changkong.
The golden light began to transform.
In the end, it became an old Daoist with an immortal air.
Though the old Daoist's clothes looked plain,
they were even somewhat shabby.
Yet the aura surrounding him was hard to forget.
He seemed unrestrained by the world, unconstrained by anything, roaming freely with his mind while never being enslaved by material things.
At a glance, the old Daoist seemed extremely old.
But there was something strange about him.
His face was ruddy, his complexion radiant.
His skin was as dry as a dead pine,
and his face was covered in wrinkles,
yet he still gave off a radiant air...
It was hard to put into words.
He had the bearing of an immortal and the dignified appearance of a gentleman.
Beyond that, an indescribably noble aura emanated from him.
His radiant appearance concealed an overwhelming air of nobility.
As the saying went, he was tranquil and inactive, empty and yielding, selfless and