At the junction of gold and blood, Chen Hua, dressed in simple white robes, sits with his eyes closed upon a throne of white clouds, the sole speck of flawless purity in this world.
The ancient and weighty Taoist Collection hovers to the right of Chen Hua, quietly observing the transformation of worldly affairs below the clouds.
Three thousand miles away, several Eighth Realm Abyss Cultivators grimly stare at the meditative Chen Hua. This single man has forcefully held back all their top cultivators, barring their way; anyone attempting to pass meets their end!
There were those foolhardy enough to test him, but the results of such tests now keep them from daring to move, stewing in silent fury from afar.
The intention of the Abyss is to buy time; the seal is already on the verge of breaking, and without doing anything, it will slowly erode.
