The Passage to the Chaos Ancestral Ruins

The Passage to the Chaos Ancestral Ruins, in the Mortal World.

As the sun set in the west, within a bustling city.

An old Daoist in a coarse cloth robe, a red cord tied around his waist and a Daoist crown atop his head, moved through the lively streets.

As he looked at the shops lining both sides of the street and the people coming and going, Daoist Tianming wore a beaming smile, as though he were contemplating the mortal world.

No one would have noticed that this old Daoist, who appeared shabby and downcast, was a mighty cultivator—an existence that had once left even the Heavenly Realm helpless.

As he walked, Daoist Tianming suddenly stopped. When he turned around again, the bustling mortal scene before him had vanished, replaced by the edge of a misty cloud lake.

Ahead, a young man wreathed in immortal radiance sat by the lake with a fishing rod in hand.

"Daoist, you seem strangely familiar to me. Would you be willing to make a friend?"

Without turning his head, Immortal Lord Xuanqing spoke with an obvious smile in his voice. He pointed to the seat beside him in invitation.

"Hehe, this old Daoist has not appeared in the world for many years. To think I would encounter an immortal today—it is truly an honor."

Daoist Tianming was not flustered in the slightest. Instead, he walked to the cloud lake and plopped down onto the chair.

Then he casually picked up the unused fishing rod beside him. Without even tying on a hook, he cast its solitary line into the lake. A faint ripple spread across the placid surface before it swiftly returned to calm.

"I dare not call myself an immortal. You, Daoist, are the one with great divine abilities, unfathomably profound." Immortal Lord