Deep in the Zixiao Palace, the rhyme of the Tao is like the sea, and the laws are like a chain.
Hongjun was sitting cross-legged on the bed of chaotic clouds, with an ethereal aura around him, as if he was vaguely connected to the entire prehistoric heaven, and yet seemed to be beyond it. In front of him, there was suspended the most precious treasure from the beginning of time travel - the Jade Disc of Creation. The jade plate rotates slowly, and the three thousand avenues of talismans are uncertain, reflecting the countless tributaries of the past and future of the ancient world. One of them, scarlet and dazzling, points to the destined end of fragmentation and calamity.
