Nine spiritual lights bloomed from the nine red lotuses. They intertwined at the top and condensed into an extremely divine figure!
This person's hair and beard were all white, and he had the air of a Sage.
He sat cross-legged on the twelfth-grade nine-color Holy Lotus, and his robe shone with a round holy light as bright as the sun.
His eyes were closed as if he was in deep sleep, but also as if he was listening attentively to something.
That's right!
Chen Xiaobei had seen this man before. He was the ancestral Daoist, Hongjun!
&Quot; who ... Who are you?! &Quot;
The disciple of the clan of enlightenment was dumbfounded. He asked the old man who had appeared in the spiritual light.
Clearly, he had never seen what the Dao ancestor looked like.
At the same time, Chen Xiaobei quickly backed away, hoping that the Dao ancestor Dharma form would not notice him.
