When the wind stirred at the duckweed, waves rose into faint ripples.
The First Elder's single word of praise slowly spread through everyone's hearts, stirring up ten-thousand-zhang waves.
With this man's formidable cultivation and the Jade Void Palace's transcendent status, anyone he treated with such respect had an identity that was already obvious.
"Might he have come from under the tutelage of some Great Luo?"
The entire hall was stunned, and countless gazes all turned toward Shen Yun, filled with probing.
Even the two Holy Sons sat with their spines straight and expressions solemn, no longer showing the slightest trace of their earlier casualness.
If a Golden Immortal was a border lord who carved out territory, receiving the worship of all living beings, then a Great Luo Immortal Venerable was an undying god who transcended the world and looked down upon all creation.
To such existences, time had long since lost its meaning. Even if heaven and earth were destroyed and the Great Dao reincarnated, they could preserve a wisp of True Spirit and be reborn anew.
They themselves were continuations of the Great Dao and had no need to seek out successors.
"Could it be Daoist Wangji? Rumors say this person most enjoys wandering among mortals and tempering his heart in the Red Dust. Even an ordinary mortal could enter his sight, and he acts entirely according to karma."
"Or perhaps it's Wuxiang Chess Venerable? He has always treated all living beings as chess pieces, traveling everywhere in search of those blessed with great Fortune to arrange his schemes."
The Jade Void Saint Son's gaze was like a lock, firmly nailed to Shen Yun as if he wanted to see through him from head to toe.
"I never thought the Heavenly Domain was hiding such a figure."
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