In a roar, Yi Chen entered meditation, his expression stern. 450,000 Deep Red Points were instantly deducted as a magnificent memory suddenly surfaced in his mind.
Like a cursory glance at flowers while riding past, the memory unfurled.
The sun rose in red, its path brightly shining, rivers running into the sea, forming a vast expanse.
Between the vast heaven and earth, on the boundless plains, a tall Daoist stood with his hands clasped behind him, facing the gentle breeze under the bright sun.
He looked directly at the sun, not avoiding the glaring sunlight on the horizon. After gazing for a long time, he finally sighed deeply and continued on. After the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, a golden Dao Palace was already in sight amid the distant clouds.
