The Tyrannical Bearing of Chong He

Pure Yang Sect, Hall of Morality.

Without needing to wait for a disciple from the mountain gate to announce his arrival, Meng Qi had just entered Pure Yang Sect's territory when he received Chong He's voice transmission. Wrapped in a clear light, he soared into the void and appeared directly inside the Hall of Morality.

At the very front stood the statue of the white-haired, white-bearded Moral Heavenly Venerable, holding scriptures in one hand, with a Taiji symbol on his back. Beneath it, Chong He wore a black-and-white yin-yang fish Daoist robe and sat cross-legged. His brows and beard were white, his skin as smooth as a baby's, and two golden lamps stood behind him. He was empty and detached, tranquil and modest.

Apart from them, the entire great hall contained only blue bricks. It was empty of everything else, accepting all things through emptiness.

In a daze, Meng Qi vaguely felt that Daoist Chong He and the statue of the Moral Heavenly Venerable bore a certain resemblance. He blurted out, "Congratulations, Senior. Your breakthrough is just around the corner."

After obtaining the contents of the Heaven Severing Seven Swords, such as "Dao Spreads Across the Universe," Daoist Chong He seemed poised to take the step toward a breakthrough!

Chong He smiled. "It'll still take a year or so."

"If Senior can give an exact time limit, that means your breakthrough is in sight." Meng Qi replied with a grin, then sat down directly on the blue bricks, his posture casual.

Chong He had achieved great things in Dao cultivation and was benevolent and unrestrained. Being with him felt like bathing in a spring breeze, so Meng Qi gradually stopped feeling restrained.

Chong He smiled. "You never visit the Three Treasures Hall without a reason. What problem have you run