The Daoist wore a cold smile as he stepped forward and vanished into the depths of the primordial mist, searching for the cultivators training here.
At another coordinate point, a black-robed Daoist with an unrestrained air and an aura of carefree freedom sat atop a mass of black cloud mist.
He held an ink-jade gourd in one hand and carried a black treasure sword on his back. He possessed the bearing of an immortal, yet his hair hung loose and disheveled, swaying somewhere between slovenliness and freedom.
As he drank fine wine, a faint flush flickered across his face, and an air of infinite possibility permeated his body.
He seemed to be a cultivator of another path.
After yawning, he sighed. "The Sect Master really is something. He only said there was an opportunity in this lower realm."
"Who knows what this opportunity is? It seems it is another item with an infinite mechanism."
"Our sect cultivates the Eternal Possibility Great Dao. We may indeed be able to find this thing before everyone else."
After pondering briefly, he turned his gaze toward a region within the primordial mist. "I recall there seems to be an outer disciple in the Wild Domain."
"His Daoist title seems to be End Daoist. He obtained our sect's scripture and became a successor separated by generations. I can ask him about the situation."
With that thought, he rode the black cloud mist swiftly toward End Daoist's location.
Within a stretch of spacetime filled with destruction, there was nothing but endless ruins of finality. End Daoist sat there quietly.
His Dao continuously evolved all manner of endings as he cultivated, step by step, toward a higher Dao.
He chanted the Eternal Possibility Great Dao Scripture, while a seed of infinite possibility was being nurtured within his