Yi Yun's figure vanished into the core of the grand array. Everyone widened their eyes, trying to see him clearly, but soon, the fissure closed again, completely separating them from the grand array.
"Now... what do we do?" The Divine Kings looked at one another in dismay.
The Ghost Race Ancestor hesitated. Without Yi Yun, they could not remove the tracking marks on their bodies, which meant they could not leave Chaos Heaven. Thus, all they could do was wait for the outcome of this battle.
No one had expected Yi Yun to be so mad as to actually contend with the Ancestor God for the Heavenly Dao.
The Ancestor God had been making preparations for so many years. By rights, victory should already be in his grasp, but Yi Yun had also created far too many impossible miracles.
Of course, if the Chaos Heavenly Dao were devoured, it would be gone forever. Yet it was still better for it to fall into Yi Yun's hands than the Ancestor God's. At least Yi Yun would not take their lives or sever their inheritances.
The entire world was a hazy gray. Yi Yun had already arrived at the core of the grand array. Within this world, perception was compressed endlessly, making it nearly impossible to leave the body. Yet once Yi Yun's own laws fused with this world, he could sense everything around him.
He knew clearly that these gray things were Primordial Chaos Qi.
For a great world to flourish, it needed a constant supply of fresh blood. The River of Time was destined to rot all things. The Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi of a great world would slowly disperse, Spiritual Grounds would slowly wither, and the lives they nurtured would slowly perish...
If a great world could