In the profound cosmic void, the quaint Zixiao Palace still floated aimlessly.
At this moment inside the Zixiao Palace, two old men with white hair and beards sat facing each other. One of them was naturally Hong Jun, while the other had a blurred face, his features indiscernible.
Hong Jun stared blankly at the elder in front of him and said, "Daoist Venerable, do we really need to open the Path to Heaven?"
"There's not much time left. If we don't do something now, by the time they arrive, the Huaxia World will ultimately be destroyed!" The elder with a blurred and illusory face nodded slightly, his voice filled with the vicissitudes of life echoing in the Zixiao Palace.
After pondering for a long while, Hong Jun also nodded slightly and said, "In that case, disciple understands!"
"Five hundred years later, the Path to Heaven shall be opened!" The old Dao left behind these words, his figure gradually dissolving into the great hall.
