The morning mist still clung to the edges of the towering mountains as Su Ming flew toward the grand hall of the Heavenly Dao Peak.
The stone steps of the peak were silent, carved from ancient stones that carried the legacy of thousands of years.
Su Ming walked up the steps towards the grand hall with steady steps. His Nascent Soul cultivation base had already stabilized since that eventful day, and the embryonic world seed inside his dantian remained quiet, settling into a steady rhythm.
He crossed the high threshold of the entrance. Inside, granite pillars with dragon carvings supported the majestic ceiling, and the faint scent of incense drifted through the quiet air.
At the far end of the hall, Sect Master Jun Tianya sat on the stone throne, his hands resting on the armrests. Beside the throne stood a young cultivator.
