Wuji Dao Sect, Wuji Pavilion, atop the Ninth Heavens, at this moment was encircled by a congregation of people.
The individual seated at the highest cloud was shrouded in a thick aura of the Great Dao, with a form too blurred to discern, imparting a sense of distant haziness.
At first glance, he appeared within reach, yet upon closer inspection, he seemed to be sitting in a faraway time and space, truly mysterious and elusive.
To his left, upon the clouds, sat a refined and elegant woman, her face adorned with a light smile.
Beneath them in the Heavenly Domain, to the left and right sides of the void, four individuals were seated cross-legged in the sky, their figures masked by the aura of the Great Dao, hazy and impossible to scrutinize.
The aura of the Great Dao that enshrouded them ebbed and flowed, visible one moment and gone the next, exceedingly ethereal and supernaturally detached, as if they were descendants of immortals.