Upper Star Ruins.
Within a hazy chaotic nebula, countless divine patterns had condensed into innumerable shattered stars, drifting through this ocean.
Solemn and majestic, yet bizarre and resplendent.
Every shattered star contained more than a trillion divine patterns. Interwoven and combined, they formed all manner of effects, fitting together into an unparalleled super formation!
Few knew that this seemingly endless chaotic nebula was the outward manifestation of the Upper Star Ruins' foremost formation, the "Heavenly Dao," and its central source of power.
Every divine pattern upon it had been forged by the ancient Yanhuang Divine Clan with the wisdom of ten thousand generations.
It was the universe's ruler, the scales of fairness, the framework of laws!
Its existence was undoubtedly a miracle of this ordered universe, as though the ancestors had stitched together a chaotic nebula, stitch by stitch!
In terms of volume, it was even comparable to ten Desolate Star Furnaces!
Most regions within the ten Desolate Star Furnaces were cosmic void, while this chaotic nebula was full to the brim. One could see just how immense its power was.
Yet at this moment, the usually tranquil Heavenly Dao suddenly began to ripple.
It was as though a storm had swept into this magnificent azure sea, raising wave after wave of tempests.
Just then, an ancient voice came from the depths of the chaotic nebula.
"The Eight Gods should be grateful to the Heavenly Dao. Without it, we could not have ruled the Upper Star Ruins until now."
Where the voice arose, a patch of dark nebula gathered into a tall and majestic figure!
He floated above the sea of shattered stars, profound and distant, his voice incomparably grand.
"What do you mean? That we will die to foreign enemies, or internal strife?"
In another direction of the chaotic