Heavenly Dao exudes its majesty.
People thought to themselves.
A feeling that existed in the obscure, where all life couldn't help but look in one direction.
Not only the life within Primordial Starry Sky, but all life in the Primordial World looked towards the same place.
The figure of Daoist Ancestor Hong Jun appeared once again in the Primordial, still sitting on a yellow cushion, holding a horsetail whisk in his hand, behind which the Law Golden Wheel kept spinning, unfathomable in its mysteries.
The only difference this time was that the Daoist Ancestor Hong Jun was not as cold as before, but wore a gentle smile.
Upon seeing this, Emperor Jun couldn't help but think: Could this possibly be Hong Jun, and not the Heavenly Dao?
"Pay respects to the Daoist Ancestor (Saint, Revered Master, Teacher)."
The creatures all bowed and said.
Hong Jun nodded at everyone, his gaze turning towards that continuously operating Celestial Heaven Star Formation.
