The Foundation Establishment Realm was vast and boundless, filled with emergent mysteries.
It contained infinite phenomena of cosmic creation and the harmonious union of heaven and earth.
In the void, auspicious, colorful clouds formed a canopy as rainbows of light flowed and a bright radiance shimmered.
Several simple, ancient stone platforms hung high in the air, each with a figure seated upon it.
The young Daoist on the left wore a golden crown and a red-gold magical robe, his body faintly emanating the light of a solar halo.
His brow was furrowed and his expression displeased as he became the first to speak:
"The successor to Shao Yang has not been seen since he entered Juku Continent. I have activated the Dongming Bell several times, but I haven't found a single clue."
On the right was a handsome youth with a jade-like face, barely of capping age, wearing a crane-feather cloak and a starry crown.
He smiled faintly at those words, his voice clear and bright:
