The instant the Heavenly Dao's voice rang out, the entire Myriad Things Space fell into a mysterious silence.
This was no ordinary quiet, but an absolute stillness where even the flow of air had stagnated.
All cultivators froze where they stood with their heads raised. Falling leaves hung suspended in midair, and even the finest specks of dust remained motionless.
At this moment, time seemed to have been stripped away by some supreme power. Only the Chaos light pillar that pierced Heaven and Earth continued to flow, like a divine staircase connecting Heaven and Earth.
Suddenly, Lin Bingchun drove the spear in his hand into the ground with a clang, the shaft trembling as it released a dragon-like hum.
He dropped to one knee, battle intent and reverence intertwined in his eyes. The beads of sweat seeping from his forehead solidified into crystalline droplets within the frozen space-time. "The Heavenly Dao has manifested. The Myriad Phenomena Domain has finally become a complete world."
The Azure Jade long sword in Mo Wentian's hand rang out with a hum on its own. Its blade lowered, as though it were paying homage.
"This is not voice transmission. It is the direct resonance of the Heavenly Dao will!"
He abruptly turned toward the top of the tower. The Chaos light pillar was reflected in his pupils, as though he had seen through all things to glimpse that figure standing above all creation.
Night Owl's ink-black figure emerged from the shadows. He looked up at the tribulation clouds, nine-colored lightning reflected in his deep pupils, his eyes filled with reverence.
"Is this the pressure of a complete Heavenly Dao?" he murmured softly, the power of shadows around him boiling and surging beyond his control.
Roar—
The Profound Ice Qilin threw back its head and roared.