A thousand li away, above Jiepai Pass.
Immortal clouds faced off, killing intent filled the heavens, and the myriad immortals of the Jie Sect stood in formation, saintly might sweeping across the firmament.
Master Tongtian stood with his hands behind his back atop the sea of clouds, his cold gaze piercing through layer upon layer of astral winds and cloudbanks as he silently looked down over the battlefield below.
When that overwhelming golden power of the Human Dao, blanketing the entire Mortal Realm, surged over and covered the earth beneath the pass, a knowing smile flashed through the depths of his cool eyes.
Having seen through the shifts in the qi of heaven and earth, he instantly understood the reason behind it.
"So that's how it is!"
Tongtian murmured softly. As his voice fell, wind and clouds trembled lightly, and his gaze carried a hint of approval and clarity.
"In the end, it still startled Fellow Daoist Nuwa into emerging."
Nuwa's move had clearly been to personally sever the restraints Heaven's Dao immortals and Buddhas placed upon the Mortal Realm, establishing supreme rules for the Human Dao.
Previously, during the Great Tribulation of Investiture of the Gods, immortals and Buddhas had slaughtered one another, saints had schemed against saints, and with the slightest move mountains collapsed, the earth split, living beings were displaced, and mortals were forever the sacrifices of the chessboard.
But now, the power of the Human Dao had locked down the territory of the Mortal Realm, drawn the boundary between immortals and mortals, and completely cut off the massacre of the human world by the aftershocks of immortal battles.
The corners of Tongtian's lips lifted slightly. His azure cloud Daoist robe stirred in the wind, and the boiling saintly might of slaughter around him grew ever more