In the vast indistinctness, that silent bond originating from the Jade Register continued to drift and circle in every corner between heaven and earth.
In another realm—mysterious and metaphysical—stood Chu Weiyang’s three Dharma images, seated cross-legged amid the misty clouds.
At this moment, one of the Dharma images, the Daoist youth, stirred slightly.
Behind his head, the bright yellow circular halo shone, and with the sudden appearance of the magic sword ball, that same Qi linkage flowed unhindered into the sword ball.
Within the Sword Realm of Mountains and Rivers, amidst the endless mountain ranges, suddenly stood a Dao Hall resembling a grand ship—like a cloud vessel of a hundred realms—anchored by the mountains.
Inside the hall was a chamber beyond words, filled with indescribable instruments.
There, Xiao Yuluo and Song Qingxi occupied the space, performing deeds too improper to behold.
Every detail unfolded according to the myriad subtle methods from the otherworldly Yingzhou, passed down by Chu Weiyang through spiritual transmission of his divine origin in days past.