This Morning, Shedding My Shell, I Behold a New Sky; Only Then Do I Believe My Path Has Been Forged

The sun rose and the moon set; the Dipper turned and the stars shifted. Seventy-six years passed in the blink of an eye.

Night lay deep, the firmament like a curtain of black velvet, dotted with countless stars.

At that moment, two figures abruptly appeared in the sky above the Divine Continent. One tall and one short, they stood shoulder to shoulder, seeming extremely familiar with each other.

Zhao Sheng lifted his head and gazed into the starry sky, personally watching as star after star gradually linked into a single line. For a long time, he said nothing.

Before long, Zhao Xuanjing at his side suddenly said in a grave tone, "Chong He, This Old Man has made up his mind!"

Zhao Sheng's expression shifted slightly at those words. He immediately turned to look at the old ancestor and saw that he, too, was looking over, his gaze incomparably resolute.

"...It is only twelve stars aligning, that is all. With the combined strength of you and me, we can surely handle it with ease. Chaos's innate status is too high; it is almost impossible to refine it into an external incarnation. Old Ancestor, why take that risk of nine deaths and one life?"

Faced with Zhao Sheng's persuasion, Zhao Xuanjing waved his hand with a firm expression and said, "This Old Man's mind is made up. You need not persuade me further."

After saying that, afraid Zhao Sheng would worry, he continued explaining, "In truth, even without this multi-star alignment phenomenon, This Old Man had been planning this for tens of thousands of years. But in earlier years, Chaos still retained a little instinctive 'spirituality.' This Old Man tried several times before, but every attempt ended in failure because Chaos's instincts resisted.

"In the recent thousand years, This Old Man