The three Supremes sat upon their sacred dais, quietly surveying the emergence of all four ancient domains, watching the undercurrents surge across the heavens, and waiting to reap the spoils.
Supreme Hengyue's eyes were cold, tinged with mocking amusement. "All four ancient domains have awakened, and all four Supremes have entered the game. Now Lin Feng has truly stepped into an age-old death trap. Even wings could not carry him out."
"We need not act, expend our reserves, or entangle ourselves in karma. We need only sit and watch—wait for the ancient domains to destroy the new Dao, for the Supremes to slay the prodigy, and for these troubled times to wear down all living beings."
Supreme Xuanguie nodded faintly. "The ancient domains and the new Dao will slaughter, exhaust, and destroy each other. Whoever wins or loses, our Ten Thousand Balances Hall will ultimately profit."
"If the ancient domains win, the turmoil will be quelled, the old order restored, and the hegemony preserved. Our hall can reclaim authority over the heavens and restore the regulations of a million years."
"If the new Dao wins, the ancient domains' reserves will be exhausted, their Supremes dead or wounded, and their ancient lineages withered. Our hall can seize the chance to harvest the spoils, reclaim the heavens, and settle the world anew."
Supreme Zhenyu gazed silently at the starry sky before speaking slowly. "The game of these troubled times has now fully taken shape."
"Lin Feng is the game's vital piece, the ancient domains its blades, Ten Thousand Balances its player, and the heavens its board."
"Next comes slaughter across the board, pieces striking one another, the tides turning, and the entire order being reshuffled."
Throughout the heavens and myriad domains, the ancient and modern paths, the old and new factions had