The Microcosm, Dao Sea Palace.
Xuanming knew nothing of the conflicts outside.
He plunged headlong into the Daoist Canon, reading with relish. By now, unless a Daoist scripture had been written by a Spirit Refining cultivator or a Mighty Expert, he could thoroughly read and comprehend it in a single day.
The sea of the Dao knew no shores, and time slipped by unnoticed.
By the time he had finished nine thousand volumes of Daoist scriptures, he had spent half a year in Dao Sea Palace.
During that time, aside from cultivating, he did nothing but pore over scriptures, his ears deaf to everything beyond the window.
That day, Xuanming set down the scripture in his hands and went upstairs to enter seclusion.
A residence had been arranged specifically for him on the third floor. He activated the formation, set up a concealment restriction, and sat cross-legged. Gathering his spirit and clearing his mind, he adjusted his condition, then sank his consciousness into the mystic pass.
The Jade Scripture of the Central Yellow Court appeared. His primordial spirit entered it, and he began to read as majestic sounds of the Dao rang out.
Dao intent flourished, and Dao laws intertwined.
In a trance, Xuanming saw a vast greater world, desolate and ancient, with neither sun nor moon, neither mountains nor rivers.
A white-haired giant stood between heaven and earth.
He shed all three thousand strands of his white hair and cast them into the firmament. They became countless rivers of stars, with brilliant constellations and magnificent nebulae.
He removed his eyes and set them into the Starry Sky. His left eye evolved into a Great Sun, his right into a Bright Moon.
He said there should be light, and the sun and moon blazed. The stars shone dazzlingly, rivers of