Daoist Yuanzu.
These two words floated lightly into the Great Void, instantly triggering a response from the Great Dao.
On the Nanzhan Continent, a storm suddenly brewed. Dark clouds gathered, lightning flashed, and thunder roared, blanketing the distant mountains and rivers.
The Mingcang Marsh was hit particularly hard. A boundless expanse of water vapor, like smoke and mist, stretched for thousands of miles. It was as if a thick curtain had fallen, obscuring the ten directions, preventing even the sun and moon from passing through.
As Daoist Monarch Xianyou Mingxuan finished speaking, a Qi Mechanism tore through the boundless Great Void, revealing an illusory figure.
It was a Daoist in a black robe. His form was exquisite, his features indistinct, his presence ethereal. To look upon him was to gaze into something boundless and unending, a vast and surging ocean that seemed ready to overflow and fill the entire universe.
