The figure was shrouded in endless Chaos and Void, indistinguishable as male or female, with no discernible features.
Around the body, illusions of infinite worlds were cycling through their birth and destruction, while the river of time surged beneath the feet, and threads of fate coiled around the fingertips.
This being seemed not to exist in the past, not in the present, nor in the future.
This was the Other Shore Great Power, transcending all time and space, beyond all cause and effect.
At the same time, this figure was also the highest authority of this world, the president of the Spirit Root Committee.
"Ahem."
Shennong cleared his throat and spoke first, breaking the silence within the hall.
His aged yet gentle voice carried a convincing strength.
"To report to the president, fellow Daoists."
"Since the birth of the Human Race, though blessed by the heavens and thriving to this day, the path of cultivation remains perilous beyond compare."
