This scene brought everything to a close.
The entire Mount Buzhou dojo fell silent for a moment.
Zhen Yuanzi, Red Cloud, and Queen Mother of the West had not expected Yang Xuan to reserve the seats of honor for them before all the great cultivators of the Primordial World.
This was no longer merely courtesy. It was a declaration of his stance to the entire Primordial World.
A drop of kindness should be repaid with a surging spring.
Zhen Yuanzi fell silent for a moment before letting out a soft sigh.
"Fellow Daoist, you have now reached the absolute pinnacle of the Taiyi realm. Why must you do this?"
Yang Xuan answered earnestly,
"To cultivate the Dao is to cultivate the heart."
"If one forgets even the karmic ties of the past, how can one speak of transcendence?"
At those words, appreciation immediately appeared in Zhen Yuanzi's eyes.
Red Cloud burst out laughing.
"Good brother!"
"I knew I hadn't misjudged you!"
At this moment,
Queen Mother of the West quietly gazed at Yang Xuan, a trace of daze passing through her beautiful eyes.
The changes of the world were truly impossible to predict.
At the same time,
Yang Xuan's gaze finally fell upon Queen Mother of the West. Back then, the two had discussed the Dao for forty-six years.
For most of that time, they had been immersed in exchanges concerning the Great Dao. Though he knew that Queen Mother of the West was one of the foremost female Immortals of the Primordial World,
his strength had been insufficient, and he had never truly seen her appearance.
Only today
did Yang Xuan properly look at the woman before him for the first time.
She wore white palace robes, her black hair cascading like a waterfall, her skin shimmering like