Seeing a ghost.
This time, it was truly seeing a ghost.
Zhu Xi stared blankly at that Celestial Position, as if it had come to life, and an incomparably grand Emperor was bowing towards the Great Celestial Venerate in the Chaos Mist!!
"Tai Qing xi....."
The figure reflected by that Celestial Position unexpectedly sighed in reverence.
Miss Ming Yue was prostrate on the ground, her heart nearly leaping from her throat!
Thus, at this moment.
Zhang Fusheng, utterly bewildered, accepted such a salutation, then looked again and saw that the Celestial Position of Emperor Dongyue had returned to normal.
It seemed that the previous salute and sigh were nothing but an illusion.
How could it be an illusion?
Cyan Emperor, Emperor Dongyue...
Zhang Fusheng remembered.
In mythical stories, in some Taoist Canons, Emperor Dongyue was originally an incarnation of the Cyan Emperor.
The Supreme could gaze upon himself in the scroll of anchored illusions,
