Yin-Yang Dao Master

In the cold, boundless void of deep space, dazzling Dao light illuminated the skies in all directions.

Majestic meteors spun one after another, radiating starlight of every hue. Shadowy figures could vaguely be seen within them.

Upon the brightest great star at the center floated a grand hall. Profound Yellow power flowed across the structure, reflecting a vast expanse of heaven and earth.

Beneath the phantom image of that world stood a towering throne atop a Dao platform, upon which sat a majestic figure.

He wore a black-and-white robe. Tall and powerfully built, he wore an emperor's crown, while two strands of white hair drifted loosely from his brow. Beyond his majesty, he carried an air of carefree defiance.

Seated upon the throne, he propped one hand against his cheek, his gaze slanting toward the phantom world above. His posture was lazy, as though he were searching for something.

Two more figures sat cross-legged in the shadows on either side of the hall, like dormant dragons. With every breath they took, wind and thunder surged across the meteors, and countless wisps of Great Dao essence formed raging storms.

Beyond the Eternal Dao Domain, a streak of deep violet light continued toward this starry expanse.

The streak descended upon the hall and transformed into a handsome young man clad in violet-gold battle armor. A pair of savage dragon horns grew from his brow, his eyes were majestic and sacred, and the aura of a powerful expert circulated around him.

The young man entered the hall. Facing the figure seated upon the throne, the arrogance in his eyes involuntarily receded somewhat, and he bowed toward the seat of honor.

"Dao Master, this major world is far from simple. Several powerful factions seem to have gathered beyond the World Gate. Someone is interfering