Deep in the chaos, Zixiao Palace had hung there since time immemorial, its halls suffused with the radiance of the Heavenly Dao, impassive as the void itself.
Above the Cloud Platform within the palace, Dao Ancestor Hongjun's figure was nearly transparent. His Dao body intertwined with countless laws, having become an anchor for the Heavenly Dao in this world.
When the vows of the Three Pure Ones to establish their teachings carried the Dao Rhyme of Kunlun through the chaos and thundered within Zixiao Palace;
when Pangu's Legacy awakened from Buzhou Mountain and flowed into the Three Pure Ones' Primordial Spirits, a faint, almost imperceptible ripple stirred in the depths of Hongjun's eyes, which had nearly merged with the Heavenly Dao.
There was neither joy nor anger, no personal emotion. What he sensed was the feedback and ripples of the Dao.
In the mirror of his Dao Heart, he saw a vision of Kunlun: the Three Pure Ones each followed their own Dao, attained Primordial Chaos, severed their ties of karma with the Mystic Sect, and stood like three pillars holding up the sky in the Primordial Wilderness. This was a variable, yet one that lay within the Great Dao's "one that escaped."
Yet the strength of this variable and the depth of its foundations ultimately caused a slight disturbance in Hongjun's Dao Merging Procedure.
The fusion, once smooth as a stream flowing into the sea, had encountered three forces of Primordial Chaos, each bearing an independent will and backed by the origin of creation.
It had grown sluggish and doubled, like a clear mirror about to be polished that suddenly reflected three distinct and brilliant jewels.
The sluggishness did not affect fusion alone; it also made the path to the perfect fulfillment of "becoming the Heavenly Dao in its