Primordial Mountain was established, and Peace Temple sat at its core. In the obscure forces, it seemed as if a mechanism from the heavens descended, intertwining past and present, achieving unity across all eight desolate regions.
"Peace Temple... Brother Tao, from this moment on, with this as the beginning, it's really interesting,"
Wang Xiaoyi's eyes sparkled, and he couldn't help but exclaim.
Back then, Zhou Dao and he were just obscure Demon Sealing Masters in Peace Town, disdained even by a Demon-slaying Guard like Xu Qian.
How many years had it been?
Now, Zhou Dao had become the honored Primordial King, a prince appointed by the Imperial Court's decree.
With youthful ambition and commanding presence, looking back, the ignoble past was not worth mentioning; today's carefree spirit seemed boundless. Basking in the spring breeze and with pride, he scorned the ends of the earth.