From the deepest reaches of the Heavenly Origin Mother Sect came a faint aura of motherly majesty that ruled over all beneath heaven. To Ling Xiao, that aura was far too familiar—etched far too deeply into his memory.
It might not have been carved into his bones, but it was close enough.
At this moment, Yuan Mother was in secluded cultivation. Ling Xiao's gaze shifted, and from afar, he saw five faint Dao marks, like columns of wolf-smoke.
This showed that Yuan Mother had already grasped five strands of transcendent power, though they were still unstable. Clearly, she had only broken through not long ago.
"The fifth-turn realm. Not bad, not bad. A pity I've already left her far behind..."
Ling Xiao sighed inwardly. When he had first encountered Yuan Mother, she had been several realms above him.
Just as his thoughts drifted, a vast pressure suddenly rose from the depths of the Heavenly Origin Mother Sect.
Yuan Mother had emerged from seclusion.
Ling Xiao concealed himself in the void without leaving a trace. He watched as Yuan Mother's Dharma body appeared between heaven and earth, like a goddess of creation.
At once, all living beings in the world worshipped and kowtowed to her, offering their finest blessings.
She was peerlessly graceful, yet sacred and inviolable, her eyes filled with majestic radiance. An ordinary man needed only one glance at her to feel utterly ashamed of his own inferiority.
She was an exceedingly formidable woman.
Then, Yuan Mother moved and arrived at the palace atop the mountain, where more than a hundred of her daughters had long been waiting.
Without looking to either side, Yuan Mother dragged her magnificent robes behind her and slowly entered the grand hall. Only then did her daughters file in after her.
The palace doors