A golden bridge pierced through the endless void, its surface flowing with the chaotic breath of primordial origin. To tread upon it was like walking along the long river of time.
Daoist Xuan walked at the very forefront. With every sweep of his dark robe, green lotuses sprang forth from the void, and the rhyme of the Dao manifested of its own accord.
Zhuang Wanggu followed closely behind, his horsetail whisk sweeping lightly to smooth away the churning, turbulent void currents raging beyond the bridge.
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