The Primordial World, at the very pinnacle of the Dao.
Upon a massive holy lotus throne wreathed in clouds and mist, an immense surge of Primordial Qi coalesced. From this fusion emerged the phantom of Taixu, which finally solidified into the form of an elderly man with long, grey-white hair. He was withered and frail, his face a map of deep wrinkles; his sunken eyes only served to emphasize his aged, feeble, and wind-battered appearance. In the center of his forehead, a single character—"Dao"—had been carved with extreme intensity. It shimmered with roiling waves of energy, brimming with an unfathomable power that seemed capable of swallowing all existence.
Slowly opening his eyes, Taixu looked down at his own withered, trembling hands. A savage, wrathful expression contorted his wrinkled face.
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