At the summit of Mount Hua's North Peak, the ancient pavilion was bathed in the afterglow of the setting sun, painting the clouds in the sky with a golden hue.
On the cloud platform inside the pavilion, a Taoist sat cross-legged, his eyes slightly closed. He faced the golden sun as it gradually sank into the sea of clouds and took a deep breath.
In an instant, wind stirred between heaven and earth, clouds surged as if roaring, and the boundless sea of clouds before him began to churn violently!
RUMBLE!!
The sea of clouds, drenched in a golden glow, seemed to have been cleaved in two by an Immortal. This created a vacuum zone more than ten kilometers long amid the tremendous upheaval!
The sea of clouds roiled. As the brilliant glow scattered, the pure light of the setting sun was refined, condensing into a beam of the purest gold. It shot forth suddenly, landing before the Taoist and entering his mouth.
