Purple-gold escape light rose from Mount Buzhou and sped toward Vulture Peak.
Pan Xuan stood within the escape light, his hands behind his back.
His expression remained as calm as ever, but inwardly, he had already rehearsed every step of his coming meeting with Randeng several times.
Unlike other mighty figures, Randeng maintained an elusive distance from every faction in the Primordial World.
From the sermons at Zixiao Palace to the Three Pure Ones' transmission of their teachings, he never failed to attend, yet never declared his position, always sitting alone in a corner and quietly watching events unfold.
This temperament actually made Pan Xuan feel he would be easier to communicate with.
Randeng needed neither roundabout probing nor carefully crafted arguments.
He only needed to lay the facts on the table and place the opportunity before Randeng. With Randeng's wisdom, he would naturally make the most advantageous choice.
Vulture Peak lay north of the Primordial World's center. Its slopes were not renowned for their grandeur, yet possessed a unique stillness and solemnity.
The mountain was dark gray, its vegetation sparse, and a faint veil of mist shrouded its slopes year-round.
It was not mist condensed from moisture, but a unique aura formed by the intertwining of the laws of annihilation and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
Everything within the mountain seemed exceptionally quiet. There were no birdsongs or beasts' roars; even the wind seemed to have been erased by some invisible force.
This quiet was not deathly silence, but a composure and detachment that had settled over countless ages.
It was like an old man weathered by life sitting quietly on a mountaintop, saying nothing, yet possessing an awe-inspiring bearing of his own.
Yuanjue Cave lay halfway up Vulture Peak's main summit.
Its entrance was small, and