Seeing the worry between her brows grow ever heavier, he raised a hand and lightly patted the back of her hand. "Beneath the Great Dao, a thread of life must always remain. This calamity is indeed perilous—one wrong step means extinction. Yet deep within the eye of the tribulation, an abundant vitality is clearly pulsing. For the Primordial World, it is a chance for nirvana; for me, it is a step toward a breakthrough."
"Since it is both a calamity and a fixed fate, it cannot be escaped, cannot be reversed—only faced."
Feng Yanran lowered her eyes without a word, her worries surging like the tide, growing ever harder to quell.
Yet Su Yang's expression remained unchanged. His gaze was calm as he continued looking toward Chaos, as though what lay before him was not imminent slaughter, but the darkest night before dawn.
At that moment, heaven and earth suddenly trembled—
The wind stopped, the clouds split, and sun and moon darkened together.
Abnormal signs rose abruptly in all eight directions.
"Mm?"
Su Yang's brow lifted slightly as he slowly turned his head.
Wisps of exceedingly fine black qi silently arose between heaven and earth, so fine that they could not be seen by the naked eye or caught by divine sense; even the most refined dharma eyes could not pierce through them.
Divine light three feet long suddenly burst from his eyes. In an instant, it illuminated the myriad states of all living beings across the Three Realms and Six Paths—mountains, rivers, plants, and the flowing turns of karma. Every minute detail lay exposed before his eyes, with not a trace left hidden.
Wherever his gaze fell, every living thing had a thread of black qi coiled deep within its Primordial Spirit. Its body shell was further wrapped in