"Fellow Daoist Primordial," Qingyuan True Monarch slowly began, "I know a thing or two about the great tide of time. But the foreign enemies... where do they come from?"
Qi Yun glanced at him but did not immediately answer.
His gaze swept over everyone in the hall, pausing for a fleeting moment on each face. Then, he raised his hand and gently tapped the scroll depicting the Profound Yellow Treasure Tree. Within the scroll, that incomparably massive golden fruit suddenly lit up. On its surface, countless dense Sanskrit talismans flowed, faintly emitting the vast and solemn sound of chanting scriptures.
"Please look, fellow Daoists," Qi Yun said evenly. "This object has hung over the head of Profound Yellow for an eternity."
The gazes of everyone in the hall collectively fell upon that golden fruit. They saw its immense size, its desperate posture of devouring the purple qi, and the branch bending under its sheer weight.
