True Saint Dojos were suspended outside the world. Every dojo was like a resplendent lighthouse in the vast depths of space, illuminating broad desolate regions and driving away the darkness.
Outside one dojo, Dao rhythms swirled like nebulae, slowly turning—grand and magnificent, leaving no flaw in this place as they guarded this pure land opened beyond the world.
At that moment, a sacred palm reached out from one of the dojos. Blurry and ethereal, it silently passed through Beyond the World, thrust into Outer Heaven, crossed the Immortal Realm, and then descended into the Current World Star Sea.
This scene could be called one hand severing all realms, piercing several boundless heavens. The huge hand was hazy, even somewhat faint, yet vast beyond measure. Stars revolved between those immense fingers like dust motes.
Few noticed this hand. Even those who looked at it quickly forgot it; upon seeing it, their minds went blank, their thoughts halted, and their spirits grew dazed.
The hand paused slightly within the Current World Star Sea, then faded, departed, and withdrew into Beyond the World.
However, during that pause, the huge hand drew in Black Snowflakes that should have drifted toward the mysterious mist shrouding a primitive planet.
Within the True Saint Dojo, the huge hand retracted without causing any commotion. Cloud mist coiled around its fingertips, and black snow fell soundlessly, cold and secluded.
"It wasn't an illusion. Black snow really fell." Deep within the dojo, a Supreme Being murmured to himself. Fine snowflakes twined around his fingers, and after Supernatural Factors merged with them, they perished amid lifeless Death Qi.
In the past, Black Snowflakes had merely been an interpretation by the powerful of mythology's decay—a spectacle imagined through artificially constructed rules and arts.
Now, it had truly appeared.
Although in certain eras