Su Qingxue: Just how strong was Qing Xuan, who stood at the pinnacle of the Primordial World?

Back at their lodgings, Qing Xuan and Qing Yi put away the little trinkets they had bought while exploring with Qing Yi over the past days.

Then Qing Xuan raised his right hand.

There was no magical power, nor any manifestation of the Great Dao.

This postnatal mortal body was still nothing more than ordinary flesh and blood.

Yet deep within his complete consciousness, a connection spanning two worlds had always remained.

At its other end was the innate Dao body that had lain dormant in the Purple Emperor Palace for nearly two epoch cycles.

As Qing Xuan willed it, a faint silver ripple suddenly appeared in the empty room.

At first, it was only the size of a fingertip. Soon, it slowly spread outward, becoming a spatial portal just wide enough for two people to pass through.

Beyond the portal, there were none of the violent, chaotic currents found in Blue Star's Space Channel.

There was only an ancient hall shrouded in endless starlight.

After the two figures disappeared into the silver light, the spatial portal closed without a sound.

The room fell quiet again.

Unopened bottles of drinking water still sat on the table, and the curtains swayed gently in the sea breeze. Everything was just as it had been before they left.

The Primordial World, Purple Emperor Star.

A silver portal quietly appeared within the long-silent Purple Emperor Palace.

Qing Xuan and Qing Yi stepped out one after the other.

Beneath their mortal bodies' feet, the palace floor remained hard and level, but compared to Blue Star, everything around them felt countless times heavier.

Even a single wisp of innate stellar qi seeping in from outside the hall would have been enough to crush these two postnatal shells, which possessed no cultivation whatsoever.

But before that