I Will Seal You

Inside the great hall, that single word, "Dao," seemed to have become eternity.

The moment the word "Dao" fell, the consciousness of everyone in the hall was drawn at the same time into a boundless void.

There was no heaven, no earth, no Chaos.

There was only the Great Dao itself.

Zhou Ming's lecture on the Dao had no concrete words, no intricate discourse.

He merely displayed his own understanding of the Great Dao within each person's Primordial Spirit in the most direct, purest way.

Zhen Yuanzi was the first to lose his perception of the outside world.

His Primordial Spirit sank into a vast, heavy earth, where countless laws wove and reformed around him.

Tongtian's Sword Dao origin trembled violently under the scouring of this Dao Rhyme, and countless new sword intents were born from the void.

Houtu, Di Jiang, Zhu Rong... the Primordial Spirits of the Twelve Ancestral Witches fell into some kind of deep resonance at the same time, and the Origin of the Great Dao within their bodies frantically absorbed the Dao Rhyme Zhou Ming was emitting.

Wangshu kept her eyes closed. Her Space Law was peeled back layer by layer within this Dao Rhyme, revealing its most essential core.

They all sank into the deepest level of comprehension of the Dao.

No one knew how long had passed.

Perhaps it was an instant, or perhaps tens of thousands of years.

Zhou Ming stopped.

The vast Dao Rhyme that had permeated Pangu Hall slowly drew back and returned into his body.

Outside the hall, that region of Chaos which had been smoothed by the Dao Rhyme also resumed its surging.

Zhou Ming opened his eyes and swept his gaze around.

Everyone in the hall maintained their cross-legged sitting posture, utterly motionless.

Around each of them lingered