Within a spacious, open great hall sat two meditation cushions, upon which two elderly men were seated. One wore a yellow robe, the other a green robe.
The old man in yellow had snow-white hair and brows, yet his complexion was rosy, making him seem like a child. He was Marquis Heavenly Craft, one of the Twelve Marquises. As for the green-robed elder, his long beard was sparse and still more black than white, but his face was covered in wrinkles. It was impossible to tell how old either man truly was. After all, both had cast aside their fleshly bodies, leaving only Primordial Spirit Dharma bodies behind.
Marquis Heavenly Craft possessed the white hair and youthful face of a crane-haired elder, and his Primordial Spirit manifestation carried a vigorous, flourishing vitality. The green-robed old man, meanwhile, was steeped in the aspect of decay, with an intense aura of death about him. The two had concealed themselves within this bronze palace, partly to avoid the ravages of time beyond, and partly to forge wondrous artifacts for the Great You court.
Meanwhile, as Feng Chuanyu entered the volcano, his gaze was drawn to an object: an enormous circular pool, ten zhang across. A stone embankment divided it down the middle. On one side was boiling magma; on the other, icy spring water that steamed with white vapor. One lay to the left, the other to the right, dividing yin and yang in a formation like the taiji.
Rumble!
Suddenly, a strange change arose in the taiji pool, and it let out a bizarre sound. With every resounding peal, aftershocks trembled through the bronze walls on all sides of the hall.
Splash!
The yin and yang halves of the taiji pool rose and fell without warning. The magma abruptly surged up, and