The glazed heavenly fire flew like lotus blossoms; even the Pure Yang great sun had its end.
As countless Eight-Scenery Celestial Firmament Fires transformed into purple fire lotuses that swayed through the air, Dao Lord Feiyang's figure was swallowed by the lotuses, his fortune and destiny fruit likewise concealed beneath them.
Every fire lotus was condensed from Daoist Lord Chixiao's Dao resonance; every wisp of flame was transformed from Daoist Lord Chixiao's Laws.
As the densely packed fire lotuses obscured Dao Lord Feiyang, Laws and Dao marks belonging solely to Daoist Lord Chixiao descended like a net around him, fixing him within the spacetime of the present age, leaving him unable to hide in the past or flee into the future.
As Chixiao's Laws and the Dao marks of Fire Virtue took shape, seals of the Fire Dao branded themselves into the River of Time out of thin air, sealing causality and locking down calamity. A cluster of profound purple fire hung high above the net, remotely determining Dao Lord Feiyang's final end.
For a time, Dao Lord Feiyang seemed to have been cut off by the chaotic cosmos itself. His fortune and causality vanished without trace, and the Great Dao of destiny found nothing. Though Dao Lord Feiyang clearly remained within the River of Time and the heavens and earth of the present age, not even the slightest trace of his existence could be found.
"How could this be?!"
Even Dao Lord Feiyang, a Dao-wielding expert, could not help but feel alarmed. He did not understand why his heart had suddenly palpitated, much less why his own fortune had withered and declined in an instant.
Or rather, Dao Lord Feiyang understood in his heart, but he was unwilling to believe it, and even less willing to think about it.