The morning mist of Langhuan Clear Void swirled with a rhythm all its own.
Ordered by the laws of the cave heaven, the spiritual mist spread evenly over every inch of immortal soil and every spiritual leaf.
As it brushed past Yun Qing, who sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, it quietly merged into the chaos nebula around him, silently nourishing his chaos Dao embryo.
Yun Qing sat at the center of a suspended white jade cultivation platform, while the lake below reflected the Dao patterns flowing across the sky.
His expression was serene. Dark Yellow and black qi circulated over the Bear All Things Spear laid across his knees, and the phantom mountains and rivers flickering along its shaft resonated in time with their master's breathing.
There was still an hour before his daily "Immortal Emperor's Private Lesson," and he was making the most of the time to consolidate the essentials of "Chaos Evolution of Heaven" that Yun Huang had taught him the night before.
He could not help recalling how, after he had teased Yun Huang last night, those Golden Pupils had swept toward him and Yun Huang had abruptly raised the stakes:
"If you cannot form a preliminary outline of 'Chaos Creation of Heaven' within three months, I will punish you by sending you to the Yun Clan's Ancestral Shrine to copy the Chaos Primordial Source Scripture three thousand times."
Yun Qing had felt a chill at the back of his neck on the spot.
The Chaos Primordial Source Scripture! An ancient inscription kept in the Yun Clan's secret vault solely for reverent viewing, supposedly branded directly into being with primordial Dao traces by an ancient mighty cultivator who had touched the ultimate depths of chaos.
Forget copying it-even ordinary Immortal Kings grew dizzy after a few