On the ninety-foot-high platform, the Peaceful Heaven Dao Master gave Xuanming an indifferent glance and explained:
"If you become a mighty one before the White Jade Capital emerges, I will tell you what you wish to know. At that time, I will hold nothing back.
"If you cannot, the Peaceful Heaven Sect's several Microcosms will all merge into Floating Cloud Mountain, and I will leave seals within them.
"Only a mighty one will be able to break those seals."
Xuanming was both startled and solemn.
He was solemn because the Peaceful Heaven Dao Master treated the matter with such gravity. Whatever he was planning would surely shatter the heavens and shake the earth; none but Mighty Experts could know of it or take part.
He was startled because he would have to protect not just this Microcosm, but several others as well.
Xuanming was no longer an ignorant novice.
He knew a fair amount about mighty ones. A Microcosm did not necessarily represent a mighty one, but a mighty one invariably represented a Microcosm.
Whether searching for Microcosms or Mighty Experts, it was like fishing a needle out of the ocean—as difficult as ascending to heaven.
Yet the Peaceful Heaven Sect possessed several Microcosms. The depths of its foundations were unimaginable.
Perhaps it even had other Mighty Experts.
Drawing a deep breath, Xuanming tried to calm himself before continuing, "Senior, why are you certain the Central Yellow Pole Yellow-Horned Immortal is Yellow Heaven?"
The Peaceful Heaven Dao Master paused slightly. Thoughts stirred in his eyes, and his expression grew profound as he sank into his memories.
Only after a while did he speak:
"When I first became a mighty one, I ventured into the depths of the Southern Florescence Secret Realm and saw an imprint left by the Dao Venerable.