Zixiao Palace. The entire Daoist temple was neither gold nor wood, built entirely from the purest Primordial Stone. It bore no unnecessary carvings, only endless Great Dao Resonance flowing slowly through the surroundings.
This was the core of all Heavenly Dao order in the Primordial Wilderness, as well as the place where Hongjun Dao Ancestor secluded himself after merging with the Dao.
Qin Mu had just reached the gates of Zixiao Palace. Before he could raise a hand to knock, the heavy bronze doors, which had remained shut for countless ages, gave a muffled rumble and slowly opened to either side.
An aged, ethereal voice, devoid of joy or anger, drifted leisurely from the depths of the hall. "Come in."
Qin Mu remained expressionless as he stepped into the hall.
Zixiao Palace was incomparably vast. There were no pillars around it, while above stretched a boundless, profound starry dome. Countless lines of laws intertwined and moved through the stars, evolving the birth and destruction of the Primordial World.
At the very top of the hall sat an ordinary-looking green cattail mat. A gaunt old man in a grayish-white Daoist robe sat cross-legged upon it.
His face was withered, his eyes half-closed. Though he sat there, he seemed to have merged with heaven and earth itself. Not a trace of living vitality could be sensed from him; only boundless Heavenly Dao majesty permeated the surroundings.
He was Hongjun Dao Ancestor.
Another cattail mat had also been placed below the hall.
Qin Mu showed no restraint. He walked forward, lifted the hem of his green robe, and sat down openly.
Looking at Hongjun above him, he went straight to the point. "Master Ancestor, you must already know why this disciple has come."
Hongjun slowly opened his eyes.
Those eyes were as profound