(Tomorrow, an additional 4,000 words will be posted)
The white jade steps are gone.
The imposing Profound Yellow Waterfall is also gone.
Massive, shadowy figures stand in the thick fog, illuminated by the sparse heavenly light of the Taoist Palace,
appearing to cast grand shadows like iron mountains, projecting from the terrifying beings, stretching through the fog.
"Eight Sceneries Palace…"
An elder softly sighs, lost in the majestic Taoist Palace's gaze:
"A thousand years have passed..."
He is Huang Qiuxian, who, over the millennia, hasn't become an Innate Ancestral Spirit like Chen Nuanyu or Buddha Son, but is nonetheless extraordinary, having risen to high positions in the former Eastern Sect.
Coupled with an unknown destiny's favor, opportunities continuously arose, leading him to reach the level of a Great Divine Power User, mastering the Thunder Technique to its peak.
"Are you... the Third Seat?"
