Inside the hall.
Su Qingchen came back to her senses, her gaze gentle as she looked at her disciple.
When she had first ascended to the Heavenly Realm, she had been just like Xu Xianling—full of burning passion, believing the Heavenly Realm to be a sacred land.
But along the way, with no backing and no status, she had taken countless detours and suffered inexplicable suppression, simply because she had no background and was a Rogue Cultivator from the lower realm.
Hundreds of millions of years had passed. Through perseverance and a measure of fortune, Su Qingchen had joined the Reincarnation Creation Heavenly Palace, earned the recognition of the Nether-Crossing Immortal Ancestor, become the Yellow Springs Immortal Emperor, and suppressed a Yellow Springs node.
Even so, Su Qingchen never dared grow proud. Attaining the Primordial Dao Realm seemed powerful, but within the Heavenly Realm, where great powers emerged in endless numbers, this level of cultivation was still nothing worth mentioning.
Su Qingchen had believed that she would spend the rest of her life by the Yellow Springs River, cultivating peacefully.
Yet the contents of that message from the Profound Yellow Dao Palace suddenly stirred her heart.
Whenever she recalled the smiling young man she had seen in the Cloud-Reaching Palace that day, an inexplicable flutter arose within her heart.
He possessed an aura that was both familiar and strange.
Although Luo Chen did not resemble the Profound Yellow Emperor in appearance, one could not deceive the aura he carried.
Too much time had passed now, and the traces of the Profound Yellow Emperor upon Luo Chen were fading.
If Su Qingchen had met Luo Chen just after he had fused with the Profound Yellow Emperor's life inheritance, she would certainly have taken Luo Chen for the Profound Yellow Emperor himself.