637 The Formless Sword Qi 4yr

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Silence pervaded the expanse of the Three-clearness Palace. Fumes from the burning incense danced upwards into the air, giving off an air of divine surrealism to whosoever eyes laid upon the three sculptures. The great and magnificent Heavenly Primogenitor, the all-knowing Primogenitor Daode, and the mighty and far-reaching Primogenitor Lingbao sat silently. As described by the legends and fables depicting them, they observed with indifference at the vanities and torments that Man endured.
Meng Qi sat below the statues of the Taoist Trinity, his figure stood out from the backdrop of the three figurines behind him. Clad in black, fitting clothes, his eyes were half-closed on the deadpan look of his face. The atmosphere of immeasurable depth and stillness radiating from him made the approaching He Jiu felt as if it was Meng Qi who was the true master of that abode, and the Taoist Trinity behind him were his conjured Dharmic Forms.
One of the Primordial Beginning, one of the End of All