Blood Qi surged to the heavens, and the Eastern Emperor's might was endless. His black hair streamed over his body as he stood at the Peak of Dao, possessing the ultimate, gazing down upon the past, present, and future, upon all things and Human Dao Beings.
He burned himself eternally, using the mark of his own existence as kindling and transforming into a lamp of sacrifice and hope in the hearts of all living beings... This resonated with the grand clash of forces occurring in the Darkness and ever occurring, granting him infinite, unfathomable might.
He was sublimating. He was transcending. He was stepping into a wondrous, unfathomable world!
In that fleeting, flower-like instant of glory, Tai Yi's spiritual will shone with dazzling brilliance, seemingly about to attain the achievement of Pangu!
What a pity.
It was only a flash like a meteor before vanishing.
The Demon Clan was being destroyed, and the Heavenly Court was about to end. He had the heart to slay the thieves, but no power to turn back the tide... He could only unleash one final bloom, becoming the Demon Clan's swan song, a tragic elegy unforgettable throughout the ages.
His will journeyed toward the ultimate ancient origin. Seated cross-legged in the chaos, he had actually become indistinguishable from it.
Chaos was the greatest enemy of order, but it was also the foundation of order.
Through coincidence and non-coincidence, infinite possibilities took shape and created the Primordial World.
Certainly, the Primordial World's eternal existence could not be separated from the strenuous efforts of the gods and all living beings... But it was chaos that had given it this opportunity!
Its infinite transformations, the extinction and rebirth between the virtual and the real, were the universe's creation. Heaven and Earth reopened, all phenomena and things changed,