A divine golden thread of the old Heaven and Earth Connection slowly pressed the sky downward, while the earth no longer rose.
The latter's decline was laid bare; it could only sink again and again. Yet every short distance, an incomparably brilliant burst of sparks erupted where Heaven and Earth Connect, layer upon layer of divine ripples violently spreading outward like Great Dao Tides scouring the azure sky and setting the invisible River of Time swaying. Those golden lights, numbering in the billions upon billions and nearly endless, were the rapid dispersal of infinite Pure Divine Nature, falling thick as golden snow, every snowflake embroidered with a five-colored halo.
Between Heaven and Earth, it was like a bellows.
If the Three Teachings Patriarchs' scattered Dao had previously brought several worlds a torrential rain without end, then at this moment, the five worlds were amid "snow."
Yet another divine path of a brand-new Heaven and Earth Connection was actively drawing the earth upward toward the heavens, charging with an irresistible and magnificent momentum toward the new Heavenly Court, where for now only one supreme spirit held sway.
Unlike the former tug-of-war, which had risen and fallen several times, the latter met no obstruction at all. It was a straight line, as if a single sword had split open the heavens.
Only the new and old Fourteen Realms, along with those Peak Cultivators who had proved the Dao ascension, could vaguely glimpse some clue.
But no one dared claim certainty that they understood the cause of "before" and the outcome of "after."
Yu Xuan sat guarding the Outer Space River, his Dao body much dimmer than before. The old True Person kept pinching his fingers in calculation, sparks flying from his fingertips and green smoke curling upward. Yu Xuan insisted on calculating