The years have rushed by, and it's unknown how much time has passed.
On this day.
In the Eight Treasures Palace, clouds flowed like molten gold, with myriad laws automatically circling the hall.
Chen Sheng slowly opened his eyes.
His eyes were calm but seemed to contain an entire star river at the beginning of chaos, and as his gaze swept over, time and space slightly stagnated.
He gently pinched his fingers and, with some calculations, summoned his senior disciple.
Soon, a figure bowed into the hall, her clothes untouched by dust, precisely Qin Zhaoyu.
She walked to the steps and bowed respectfully, "Disciple, pays respect to Master."
Chen Sheng sat calmly on the cloud bed, his gaze falling on her:
"Your lifespan is still four Primordial Assemblies."
"You have already perfected the Fourth Step of Unity for some time now, and yet you're not planning to break through?"
Qin Zhaoyu nodded slightly, her tone steady:
