All three were disciples of Hong Jun, leading all in the path of Dao!
The birds were flying around in the sky, forming thousands of lines. What a grand sight to behold.
It was a pity that this was a newly created world; thus, no one was entering. The magnificent scenes of travelers could not be seen.
From today onwards, I shall be known as Lord Hongjun!
A laugh resounded as an old man in Daoist robe appeared from the palace.
Next moment, his appearance changed. The immortal air around him vanished as if he was a fallen god from the heavens. He became real and mortal in appearance.
After all, Feng Lin was a human and not a god. He was simply imitating one, but he could not truly mimic the charm of an ancient divinity.
But to those who did not understand mythology, this was enough.
