Kunlun Mountain remained wreathed in clouds and mist, dense with ethereal immortal energy that made it resemble a true paradise. The pristine white mists drifted like light gauze among the peaks, at times shrouding the summits and at times slowly parting to reveal grotesque pines and strange rocks of every conceivable shape. Some looked like cranes spreading their wings to take flight, while others resembled old men sitting in quiet contemplation; half-seen in the drifting vapors, they were steeped in an air of profound mystery. Guangchengzi was burning with anxiety and had not the slightest inclination to admire this sublime scenery. With his mind entirely fixed on the safety of the Human Race, he walked straight toward Yuxu Palace. "Your disciple Guangchengzi begs an audience with Master!" he cried, his voice laced with urgency as it echoed through the valleys, heavy with the desperate desire for guidance.
Yuanshi Tianzun was currently lecturing within the palace. His voice reverberated through the grand hall like a great bronze bell, and a serene glow radiated from his person as his disciples sat immersed in his teachings. Hearing Guangchengzi's voice, he slowly opened his eyes, a flash of wisdom dwelling within them. With a flick of his sleeve, the gates of Yuxu Palace slowly swung open, the heavy stone doors emitting a dull rumble like the murmurs of passing ages. "Enter," he said. His voice was deep and steady, carrying a reassuring power.
Guangchengzi strode quickly …
Chapter 181