A flick of the finger, and a hundred years have passed.
In the Four Seas Grotto Heaven, the mist remains as always, and the Dao Principle runes still flow on the white jade stone. Only in the center of the Enlightenment Platform does the void ripple with circles of pale blue.
Chen Sheng's figure slowly emerges like a fish breaking the surface of the water. He wears a moon white Daoist robe, his long hair tied up with a simple wooden hairpin.
Dao Principles flicker around him, sometimes condensing into a tangible long sword, other times dispersing into streams of black and white light, with an aura of annihilation in every gesture.
As soon as he appeared, he sensed a faint golden Communication Talisman floating in his Sea of Consciousness, a message sent by Chen Xihua half a month ago.
With a thought, the Communication Talisman transformed into a wisp of golden light, entering his forehead, and Chen Xihua's steady voice resounded in his Sea of Consciousness:
