In the Jade Palace, the sun ray from the sky filled the courtyard with auspicious light.
As the bell rang, the sage returned from his long slumber.
The golden immortal disciples also woke up one after another.
"Yang Jian!" The sage lowered his eyes and looked at one of the divine generals of the third generation disciples. "You may go to the entrance of the temple and wait for your distinguished guests!"
"Alright!" Yang Jian bowed respectfully. He was about to set up the auspicious cloud and land in front of the Jade Palace.
At this moment, the auspicious cloud spread out, and the bright palace was filled with strange fragrances.
Amidst the auspicious clouds, a white-haired Taoist with a bamboo cane slowly descended.
The primordial age sage had already left the futon and landed on the ground. He cupped his fists and praised, "Greetings, Master!"
The Chanism celestials bowed and said, "Greetings, Master!"