Xuanhuang Universe.
This peculiar time and space, briefly established by Taishi's Great Power and reversed in time by the Daoist Ancestor's Divine Skills, finally dissipated like a dream with Hong Jun's words, "What do I have to fear?"
The Xuanhuang Ancestor Qi that enveloped the four Supremes receded like a tide, revealing the primordial grayness of Chaos.
Daoist Hongjun gave Xuanqing a deep look, his expression complex and difficult to read, containing joy, apprehension, admiration, and a hint of... fear?
Xuanqing's smile didn't diminish as he nodded and said, "In a hundred thousand years, I, Taiwei, will humbly await the grand arrival of the Daoist Ancestor at the foot of Buzhou Mountain. Just hope that by then, Daoist, you will be well-prepared, and your means fully deployed, so there will be no need for... hmm, 'Returning to Heaven and Returning to the Sun', to adjust your state."
His tone was gentle, as if it were just a friendly reminder.
