Yu Yuan halted his steps before the sandalwood steps, placing his hand over his heart and giving a deep bow to the doors of the Reincarnation Hall.
"Poor Daoist of Penglai, the Primordial Chaos One Qi Immortal Yu Yuan, urgently requests an audience with the Saint!"
From within the Reincarnation Hall, a profound and serene voice pierced through, "Fellow Daoist, please come inside for a talk."
Yu Yuan's heart trembled, the aquamarine light patterns flowing on the door began dispersing like smoke, and the door slowly opened, revealing the dim golden glow that seemed to be both hidden and revealed within the inner sanctum.
The hall that met his eyes was majestic and solemn, with twin rows of bronze candles burning a ghostly blue flame that was concentrated and powerful, like a dance of azure streams in the night.
