Chapter thereafter would surely progress at a far faster pace.
Upon the Xuanzhao Terrace, Chen Qing slowly opened his eyes.
The pale golden Supreme Void True Origin within his meridians slowly withdrew, like a tide returning to the sea, sinking entirely into his elixir field.
Just then, the jade slip suddenly trembled.
In truth, the jade slip had already rung several times while he was regulating his breath.
Those transmissions were mostly congratulatory messages from fellow disciples of every Dao tradition, Huo Tingshan, Zhuang Chi, Tang Xu, Xiao Jiuli, and others, along with several Supreme Void Dao disciples. Chen Qing's divine sense swept over them without replying to each individually, restoring his True Origin was the priority.
But this time was different.
"Founding patriarch."
Chen Qing's voice carried a note of respect.
Lin Daoji's voice came through the jade slip, "Your performance this time was rather good."