When the figure of Daoist Lord Yu Chen disappeared at the end of the vast azure waves of the East Sea, and when Taishang Daojun's Green Bull also embarked on the long path of Dao Virtue to the west.
On the peak of Kunlun Mountain, only Xuanqing remained, standing quietly among the sea of clouds.
He was not in a hurry to set off, merely gazing gently down at the Primordial Land below, which had just experienced the budding of the "Human Dao" and was now teeming with vitality. In his eyes, as deep as the starry sky, there flowed both contentment and anticipation.
"Xiao Wu, let's go, it's time we descended the mountain for a stroll." Xuanqing called softly.
A light chuckle, like a breeze brushing over the hills, gradually made Xuanqing's figure, originally shrouded in an aura of majesty, clear and real.
