Xuan Wazi silently returned to the Primordial World without any fanfare. Instead, he concealed himself behind layer upon layer of folds in space, like the most brilliant of observers, studying this familiar yet subtly changed world with great interest. Three epochs were three cycles of the universe to ordinary living beings, yet to the great powers at the pinnacle of the Primordial World, they were merely the flick of a finger. The overall situation had not fundamentally changed, but the "nails" he had planted had fermented over time, producing increasingly obvious effects.
In the direction of Kunlun Mountain, the vast Yuqing Immortal Light still shrouded the peaks. Yet upon closer perception, one could detect a suppressed agitation and discord originating from deep within the mountain itself, as though something was ceaselessly battering against the seemingly stable barriers of order. This was clearly the turmoil within Yuqing Palace, continuously brewing due to ideological conflicts involving Guangchengzi and the others. In the western lands, the unique Filthy Land formed by entangled blood fiendish aura, demonic qi, and foul qi remained like a massive, glaring scar upon the barren western continent. Jieyin and Zhunti's auras within it had grown ever more resilient, but they also carried a weariness that seeped into their bones. At the Shore of the East Sea, the Dao resonance of that "Xuandu's seclusion site" had become even more obscure and complex under his "reinforcements." At times it seemed as ordinary as dust; at others, it revealed a trace of startling "Hunyuan" intent. Laozi's divine sense occasionally swept over that region like the most patient fisherman, yet it was always like seeing flowers through fog, unable to grasp anything real.
"It seems the four of them have treasured the little gifts I left behind quite well, and they've had quite