Crossing the chaos, they returned to the Primordial World. When Li Wuyang and Primordial Father passed through the world barrier and stepped into the familiar heavens and earth, what met them was not the scent of their homeland, but a suffocating sense of tension. The spiritual currents and Dao rhythms of the entire Primordial World were like a fully drawn bowstring. Every cause had been planted, awaiting only the instant when the final result came due. A grand, glorious, yet incomparably fragile balance filled heaven and earth, like the utter silence after the height of clamor.
"Heh, the show is about to begin." Primordial Father narrowed his eyes as he surveyed the celestial signs. In the western sky, Buddhist light soared into the heavens, gathering into golden auspicious clouds that covered most of Western Ox Continent. Faint Buddhist chants echoed, heavenly flowers rained down, heralding the imminent completion of the merit from Buddhism's eastward transmission. Yet within that boundless radiance, Li Wuyang's Chaos Eye could see countless fine threads of Heavenly Dao laws, like the control strings of puppets, tightly winding around the direction of Lingshan and firmly confining this grand event to its predetermined course. Several exceedingly obscure traces of cold, deathly silence, utterly at odds with the surrounding serenity, lurked like venomous snakes where the Buddhist light was strongest, waiting for their chance to strike.
"The Finality Council's people have indeed arrived, and they're hiding deep." Li Wuyang spoke softly. The Blade of Fate Severing within his sleeve gave an almost imperceptible tremor, instinctively hostile toward that aura of annihilation.
"Not just them." Primordial Father gestured with his lips toward the eastern Heavenly Court. "Look over there."
Li Wuyang focused his gaze and saw that above the Nine Heavens, the divine light of Lingxiao Palace had withdrawn. It