The Sanqing Dao Discussion on the top of Kunlun Mountain had just ended. I lamented that there was no way out after Daluo. Tongtian said that he would go on his own, and Yuanshi beat him not to go too far. Before the words could even reach the ground, vast divine power descended from the sky and knocked the three of them to the ground. Purple auspicious clouds swept across the ancient world, and Saint Hongjun preached: Three thousand years later, he preached in Zixiao Palace. On Kunlun Mountain, I pushed myself up and climbed up. Someone is leading this way.
