Inside Danxin Cave.
The spiritual qi was so dense it almost turned to liquid, and a strong aura of earth fire permeated the air, yet it was not scorching, rather warm and mellow.
At the center of the cave abode.
The most striking was a Golden Cauldron, its body carved with patterns of sun, moon, stars, mountains, rivers, and plants. Below the cauldron, nine fire dragon phantoms circulated, inhaling and exhaling flame qi.
In front of the Golden Cauldron, an old man sat cross-legged.
With red hair and beard, he wore a saffron Daoist robe with the pattern of a three-legged mythical bird embroidered on the hem. Though his appearance was majestic, it carried a somewhat carefree air.
This person was Dragon Void Daoist. His eyes were half-closed, and his aura, as vast as the sea, seemed calm yet harbored an intimidating pressure.
Chen Sheng hurriedly bowed and greeted, his voice steady:
"Chen Sheng pays respects to the Hall Master."
