Deep within Tian Yuan Holy Palace, a quiet chamber.
A layer of amber Chaos Crystal silently enveloped Yao Yao's figure. Divine light flowed within it, while black poison marks slithered like dragons and serpents, forming a delicate balance and stimulation with the vast primordial Origin Power, driving her divinity swiftly toward the critical point of final awakening.
Mo Lin sat cross-legged outside the crystal layer, his eyes slightly closed. He appeared to be standing guard, yet the chaotic Immortal Eye mark between his brows emitted an almost imperceptible, mysterious fluctuation.
His divine sense had long since pierced through the barriers of the Primordial Chaos Realm, spreading like invisible feelers into the boundless chaotic void of the Tian Yuan Realm. Following the ripples of the river of time, he peered into countless possibilities of the future.
A moment later, he slowly opened his eyes, a trace of understanding and gravity flashing through their depths.
"So it has come... and sooner, more urgently, than expected," he murmured.
In his earlier glimpse, he had seen the Saint Clan army surging like bloodthirsty locusts along a secret route forcibly opened by the Saint God with supreme power, flooding madly into the subspace labyrinth beyond the World Barriers of all realms. The clouds of war were already imminent.
With a thought, a divine-sense transmission crossed space and rang directly in Zi Yan's mind as she discussed matters with Cang Yuan outside the hall.
"Zi Yan."
Zi Yan, who had been listening to Cang Yuan's analysis of the situation, gave a slight shudder. Her amethyst-like eyes lit up at once as she immediately replied, "Mo Lin? What is it? Has something happened with Sister Yao Yao?"
"Yao Yao is fine. Her awakening is progressing smoothly." Mo Lin's voice was calm and swift. "Go find Jin Luo,