The air pervading the vast, empty hall gave the seemingly simple space a magnificent sense of lofty solitude, as if it looked down upon all living beings.
The heart of True Monarch Qing Yuan's personal domain, Pure Source Hall.
With a grave expression, Xu Yunfan strode into the hall.
Atop a purple bamboo prayer mat, True Monarch Qing Yuan sat motionless. His figure was wreathed in Immortal Palace Pure Qi, which rippled with a hazy, immortal light.
He still had the appearance of a middle-aged Daoist Master whose true depth was impossible to fathom. His features were plain, but his eyes were as profound as the starry cosmos. A single, calm glance from him was enough to make Xu Yunfan feel a pressure as heavy as a mountain instantly bear down on him.
The Dao Rhyme suffusing the air coiled around him, making him seem all the more ethereal, lofty, and untouchable.
