The passage of time, the rotation of stars, decades pass in a flicker.
In the Panwu Hall, Chen Sheng sat upright on the jade couch, a strand of purple-golden Dao pattern condensing in his palm, deducing the Array Dao amidst the void.
Countless mysterious runes swirled before him, weaving into intricate array maps, within which the phenomena of creation and destruction of the world subtly appeared.
Step— step— step—
Two steady footsteps came from outside the hall, Qi Mang and Qin Ping'an entered side by side.
Reaching the center of the hall, they bowed in unison, their voices sonorous and powerful:
"Greetings, Master!"
"Ping'an greets Grandfather!"
Chen Sheng slowly opened his eyes, stars flickered in his gaze, and the array map in his palm instantly dispersed into a myriad of runes, melding into the Dao rhyme of the hall.
His gaze swept over the two, sensing their increasingly profound auras, he nodded with satisfaction:
"Hmm, are you both ready?"
Qi Mang raised his head:
