A thousand years passed quietly in the Purple Cloud Palace as the gods engrossed themselves in "academic breakthroughs" and "scripture modifications," fleeting like white horses galloping past, yet seemingly experiencing the vicissitudes of eternity.
On the high platform, the aura of Heavenly Dao Hong Jun had undergone earth-shaking changes, no longer the initial icy stillness, nor the gentleness when "Daoist Hongjun" gave his discourse.
Instead, it had become as complex and profound as a kaleidoscope, subtly exuding a sense of harmony that had been "meticulously crafted."
Countless Law Chains, condensed from the wills of gods' Great Dao, wrapped around him like a dense spider web, seemingly becoming an inseparable part of his new "Heavenly Dao Body," together constructing an entirely new and more perfect Heavenly Dao system.
Within the Purple Cloud Palace, an unprecedentedly rich Dao Rhythms permeated the air.
