"Fellow Daoists, we have arrived."
While they were talking, True Master Yunyang had already led the immortals to the mountaintop.
A majestic Divine Palace stood above the sea of clouds. In front of the hall, the spacious square was paved with white jade, exuding a gentle luster.
Above the hall doors, the four innate Taoist texts "Ten Directions Divine Hall" shone brilliantly, their strokes vigorous, containing the profound truth of the Great Dao, stirring awe in anyone who looked at them.
Before the Divine Palace, two figures stood side by side, with an air of calmness and grandeur, extraordinary in demeanor.
The man on the left, with starry eyes and sharp brows, was handsome and impressive, dressed in an Eight Diagrams Taoist Robe, holding a Jade Book, surrounded by a flowing brilliance of wisdom, was none other than Fu Xi.
The Daoist on the right had an aura of the Dao that was ethereal, his presence blending seamlessly with heaven and earth, clearly Daoist Lord Yu Chen.
