Clear light surged, and Yu Chen's mind entered another world.
A middle-aged Daoist with a face like crowned jade, holding a precious scroll and wearing his hair in a Daoist topknot, sat upright atop a golden lotus.
The Daoist's beard and hair were streaked black and white. The black was like raven feathers, the white bright as silver threads. By his appearance and bearing, he seemed to be around sixty or seventy, yet his skin was as supple and vibrant as an infant's. Anyone who saw him would only think him thirty or forty, perhaps even a young man deliberately putting on an air of maturity.
"I never expected that the first to seek me out would be Fellow Daoist Yu Chen. This humble Daoist is Heavenly Craft. Greetings, Fellow Daoist Yu Chen."
When Daoist Heavenly Craft spoke, every word carried vast heavenly tones. Yet faintly, Yu Chen seemed to hear Brahma chants accompanying them, divine music following close behind, lending them an exceedingly strange sense of distortion.
"Fellow Daoist, this is...?"
Yu Chen looked Heavenly Craft up and down, somewhat surprised. If not for those Brahma chants and divine melodies, the other man's state did not resemble a problem that had arisen during his creation of a world. Instead, it felt somewhat like self-imprisonment.
"To meet Fellow Daoist in such a state makes me a laughingstock."
Daoist Heavenly Craft adjusted himself. Though his words still carried layered echoes, they were much better than before.
"I imagine Fellow Daoist has already seen that my condition is far from good. One misstep, and I may completely undergo Dao transformation. When that happens, who knows when I might return?"
Yu Chen stared at Daoist Heavenly Craft in astonishment. "There is still a chance of returning after Dao transformation?"
For Dao Realm cultivators,