Amid Mount Taihua in the Central Plains, within myriad hazy rays of rosy light, a grotto-heaven that had originally been illusory gradually linked with the earth veins and merged with the clear qi of heaven. In the unseen depths, countless starlights naturally flowed into it as well, stabilizing this blessed land and nurturing its waters and soil.
"I shouldn't have gone soft-hearted from the start. Now look at this—I can't leave even if I want to."
Within the grotto-heaven, an immortal cultivator clad in violet immortal robes, with Eight Trigram patterns flickering in and out around him, gradually solidified from illusion.
His aura was exceedingly peculiar. Dao qi surged around him, marking him as a cultivator of the Dao Realm, yet there was obvious discord in the circulation of his Dao resonance and principles. He felt more like an Upper Immortal Realm cultivator who had already comprehended the mysteries of the Dao Realm but had yet to break through.
Yet this man was no ordinary person. Two streams of profound qi, one cold and one hot, first circulated through his body, condensing into a sharp edge that pierced through every trace of disharmony around him.
Then, a treasure mirror flew up from above his crown and hovered in midair. The mirror light revolved, while yin and yang qi of life and death coiled across its surface like the Taiji and Two Principles, ceaselessly adjusting his aura. His qi mechanism and Dao resonance grew ever stronger, gradually reaching the level of the Dao Realm.
Yet as the Dao qi around this cultivator surged, he gradually realized something was wrong.
When his Dao qi merged with heaven and earth, several invisible forces resisted it, influencing his Dao qi. Sensing this, the cultivator smiled bitterly. "Sure enough, this Majesty did not pull us