Hundreds of Dao seekers had already gathered in the valley, sitting cross-legged outside the formation, adjusting their condition and preparing to enter and face the trial.
Among them were Primordial Unity Golden Immortals from the ranks of unaffiliated cultivators, gifted disciples of the Primordial World's smaller clans, and outstanding youths of the Three Clans.
Everyone waited quietly, the atmosphere solemn and tense.
When Pan Xuan and the Three Pure Ones descended the mountain path with the seven Calabash Brothers, every gaze in the valley was involuntarily drawn toward them.
Pan Xuan's purple-gold robe gleamed in the sunlight, and the Vast Righteous Qi surrounding him formed a gentle golden halo that inspired reverence at first sight.
Taiqing Laozi had white hair and white eyebrows, his expression as still as an ancient well, while Yin-Yang Qi slowly circulated around him;
Yuanshi's face was majestic, and the Light of Chaos flickered in and out of sight within his sleeves;
Tongtian stood with his hands behind his back, the Four Swords of Immortal Slaying hovering behind him with their edges subdued, yet his Sword Intent still made others afraid to look directly at him.
The seven Calabash Brothers followed behind Pan Xuan, each with fine, handsome features and brimming with spiritual energy.
Seven kinds of light of laws intertwined, though their cultivation had yet to reach the highest ranks.
Yet their innate affinity for laws was already enough to secretly astonish the Dao seekers present.
Pan Xuan swept his gaze over the crowd and soon spotted several familiar faces.
At the edge of the crowd, four young people were walking briskly toward him.
Leading them was a young Daoist with clear, handsome features, dressed in blue, with a faint breeze swirling around him. He was none other than Zhao Gongming, whom Pan Xuan had