Divine Firmament Hall.
An uninvited guest stood in the center of the hall, his hands clasped behind his back as he studied the statue of Taiji Divine Lord enshrined at the far end with keen interest.
The statue bore a seven- or eight-tenths resemblance to Gao Xian. It wore a black-and-white robe, with the Dark Gold Nine-Horned Star hanging behind its head. Its expression was calm, its gaze profound, and a long sword hung at its waist.
No one knew what material the statue had been cast from. It stood dozens of zhang tall, radiating solemn, sacred majesty and an unfathomable, wondrous mystery.
With his middle-aged man's keen eyes and broad experience, he could naturally see that the statue carried the divine presence of the Taiji Divine Image, serving as the foundation for gathering the boundless devotion of the human world's cultivators.
This statue was also the heart of the Azure Cloud Sect—and even of all You Province. It could be regarded as a manifestation of Taiji Divine Lord Gao Xian.
In only a few thousand years, this little cultivator had made his name known throughout the human world and forged such a deep foundation in the divine path.
No wonder even Buddha Lord Bliss had died at his hands...
Thinking of this, the middle-aged man couldn't help letting out a soft sigh. Fate was fickle. At the end of an epoch, even Buddha Lord Bliss could die at the hands of an obscure junior. What a calamity!
Gao Xian was famous throughout the human world, but he had risen to prominence in a mere few thousand years.
Compared with the span of an entire epoch, the time Gao Xian had spent cultivating was pitifully short—so short it was hardly worth mentioning.
If one counted from the Primordial Epoch, then