The golden sunlight poured down, and the Ghost Mother of Ephemera, clad in black, emerged from the clouds and mist. She approached the edge of a cliff, below which lay a deep abyss stretching thousands of feet. The sea of clouds surged, with only the tips of mountains revealing themselves, their true forms elusive.
The Ghost Mother of Ephemera gazed downward and slowly exhaled. She spread her arms and murmured to herself, "So, this is the Xuan Qi Primordial Immortal?"
She had just broken through to the Xuan Qi Primordial Immortal Realm and was in a state of curiosity about everything.
Now, with her renewed gaze upon heaven and earth, she could see a completely different scene. The Dao was no longer a formless thing; even sentient beings were composed of it. She could discern the essence of everything, including the cause and effect of fate.
The creations of the Xuan Qi Primordial Immortal were truly wondrous, filling her with a yearning for even higher realms.
