The old Daoist glanced up at Jiang Xuan, then swept his gaze over Jiang Wu before closing his eyes and beginning his lecture.
“Dao is precious because it gives rise to itself...”
The old Daoist expounded on the Dao slowly and smoothly, without the slightest hesitation. He spoke of the Celestial Immortal, True Immortal, and Profound Immortal realms, continuing until he touched upon the Great Way of the Golden Immortal, at which point his voice gradually fell silent.
For dozens of miles in every direction, Golden Lotuses Springing from the Earth appeared, while heavenly flowers rained down, creating a sea of blossoms like a lotus pond, as if it were another world.
The heavenly flowers awakened the mind, while the golden lotuses tempered the body.
What the hell, prehistoric times suddenly turned into fantasy