As Zhunti spoke, the Bodhi Tree swayed gently. Green motes drifted from its branches and leaves, bathing the entire space in peace and tranquility.
At the same time, a faint golden mist rose from the Eight Treasures Merit Pool. It held endless mysteries and spread silently outward.
"Nephew Yellow Dragon."
Zhunti looked at Yellow Dragon with an approving smile. "Apart from Nuwa, no one in the entire Primordial World can match your mastery of the Dao of Creation."
"The resurgence of demonic qi in the Western Ox-He Continent was caused by the Immortal Slaying Sword's baleful energy, but was it not also the will of heaven? Heaven brought you here to restore this land to a pure and peaceful haven through your hands. The merit would be immeasurable, and it could only benefit your cultivation of the Great Dao."
Every word carried a mysterious power, a gentle persuasion that made others want to agree.
The golden mist beside the pool thickened as he spoke, making his calculating face look ever more kindly.
Yellow Dragon sat cross-legged opposite Zhunti, his expression calm.
As Zhunti's words reached him, he clearly sensed the saintly Dao resonance within them. It was a power that reached straight into the mind, subtly bending a living being's will until they agreed without realizing it.
But Zhunti had evidently forgotten the Pure World White Lotus Yellow Dragon had just brought out. With it protecting his True Spirit, Yellow Dragon's gaze remained clear. A faint, polite smile rested on his lips as though he were listening intently to every word.
Xuandu, seated beside Yellow Dragon, also looked perfectly composed.
The Supreme Ultimate Diagram rested on his knees, its scroll half unfurled. Yin and yang qi flowed slowly within it.
With the Supreme Ultimate Diagram shielding him, Xuandu saw Zhunti's