On Yingzhou, within a tranquil Cave Mansion brimming with Dao charm, Daoist Qing Huan opened his eyes from profound meditation.
The aura around him was obscure, as though he had transcended the river of time and space. When his gaze opened and closed, galaxies seemed to revolve within it, along with visions of civilizations rising and falling.
"The Jianmu Tree has been severed. Hao Tian has established his authority, dividing gods from mortals.
"This is destined, and it is also part of the Heavenly Dao's workings, an indispensable step in perfecting order."
Daoist Qing Huan murmured softly. His gaze seemed to pierce through layers of mist and spatial barriers, clearly seeing the intertwined immortal and mortal auras at Guangjiang Pass.
He saw the budding affection between Yao Ji and Yang Tianyou. He also saw, farther away, an unruly and powerful golden streak soaring freely Above the Nine Heavens of the Primordial Wilderness, venting the joy and power of his breakthrough.
"Yet where there is severance, there will be continuation; where there are prohibitions, there will be feelings. Hao Tian wishes to bind everything with heavenly laws and preserve his supreme authority, yet he does not know that 'emotion' is a variable that even the impartial Heavenly Dao cannot completely erase. It is also an indispensable force driving the gears of fate."
He sighed softly, the sigh carrying an understanding of fate's unpredictability and a trace of barely perceptible pity.
"Fairy Yao Ji... Yang Tianyou... Alas, an ill-fated bond, but also a fated opportunity.
"Hao Tian, Hao Tian. It is true that you are not wrong to uphold the heavenly laws, but how should the blood ties sacrificed beneath that iron hand be accounted for?"
After pondering for a moment, a thought stirred. A formless, intangible message that acted directly upon