Everyone clearly understood: the scheme laid out by the Great Dao had never been a simple one.
From the Demon Realm's earliest unrest to the sudden emergence of the Great Thousand World where Andrew and Danifo resided; from the silent increase in the number of Saints to the repeated appearance of scattered signs—each and every matter was no accident.
If the Great Dao was truly plotting, then it had drawn the Heavenly Dao, Saints, ants, and even every speck of dust into its calculations.
As for what it ultimately sought, that could not yet be said.
But one thing was certain: the fleeting glimpse within the river of history must echo from afar with the course of this calamity.
The danger went without saying. Yet deep within this overwhelming deathly aura, an incomparably rich vitality was clearly surging.
Like a newborn morning sun breaking through the clouds, its light flame had yet to blaze, but it already contained the majestic power to nourish all creation.
Only, this vitality had not yet declared its stance.
All of them were beings capable of Heaven-Piercing and Earth-Splitting. The principle that Tianji could turn over and that fortune and disaster depended upon one another had long been carved into their bone marrow. Thus, no one forced the issue or acted rashly. They merely held fast to their hearts and safeguarded the Primordial World—this was the sole consensus among the cultivators of the heavens at present.
As for that elusive and unfathomable Tianji, they instead kept silent about it like mortals and asked nothing. They only followed the Saints' instructions, fulfilled their duties faithfully, and patiently waited for the day the Demon Realm's army descended upon the Primordial World.
After Su Yang and the five others broke free from the river of history, they actually