Founding a Nation

Fenxin City, within the imperial palace.

"Fellow Daoist Zhuo Hu, you have come from afar. You must have had a tiring journey."

Fenxin Old Ancestor looked at the middle-aged Daoist who had just stepped into the grand hall.

"Fellow Daoist Fenxin, it has already been sixty years since we last met. Now that the Fenxin Immortal Dynasty rules an entire province, your bearing surpasses even that of the past."

True Monarch Zhuo Hu spoke with a genial smile.

"You jest."

Fenxin Old Ancestor chuckled twice but did not continue along True Monarch Zhuo Hu's line of conversation. True Monarch Zhuo Hu said no more either, instead turning his gaze toward the person behind Fenxin Old Ancestor. "This is Fellow Daoist Liang?"

Ancestor Liang's black hair had already turned entirely gray-white, and the aura of death around him could not be suppressed at all.

He looked like an old man with one foot in the grave.

By seniority, True Monarch Zhuo Hu and Ancestor Liang belonged to the same generation. It was only that Zhuo Hu had been more fortunate, entering the Myriad Laws Palace early in life, and thus his path had gone far more smoothly.

"Senior Zhuo Hu."

Ancestor Liang spoke respectfully.

Though True Monarch Zhuo Hu was actually several years younger than him, and the two had once joined forces to explore a secret realm.

Now, however, the other had become a True Monarch, while his Dao Path had been severed one after another, leaving him with no hope of advancing further.

Naturally, he had to address him as senior.

Ancestor Liang merely lowered his eyes.

A strange feeling arose in his heart.

Once, he had even wanted to kill Li Rui, the Yu Kingdom ancestor who had yet to plant a Dao Seed.

Had Li Rui not