The myriad rays of light in Zixiao Heavenly Palace slowly faded, and the Dao Resonance of the heavens fell silent.
Beyond the palace gates, a vast sea of clouds surged. Tian Feng howled across ten thousand miles, washing over the sacred radiance of the heavens.
Faint light streamed down from the Nine Heavens and spread across the boundless clouds. The sky looked clear and vast, yet it still held the mighty afterglow of the decision that had set the campaign into Chaos in motion.
All Saints departed, and figures grew sparse along the cloud-paved immortal path.
Tongtian's azure robe fluttered. His Dao Heart was clear and bright, and his eyes still held the fierce resolve born of receiving permission to join the expedition into Chaos. He was about to ride the clouds to Azure Nether Island and cultivate in seclusion while he awaited the call.
He had barely stepped onto the sea of clouds when three towering primordial figures appeared across the sky, blocking his path.
They were Zu Long, Ancestor Phoenix, and Ancestor Kirin, three of the Prehistoric Era's foremost Primordial Sovereigns.
The three stood tall and imposing, surrounded by the spiritual aura of the world's dawn. Dragon might rolled from Zu Long, phoenix fire blazed around Ancestor Phoenix, and auspicious radiance gathered around Ancestor Kirin. Though they had lain quiet for countless ages, their presence still surpassed that of the saints.
They had not left. They had stayed here expressly to wait for Tongtian.
Tongtian paused among the clouds and nodded calmly. "Fellow Daoists, have you stopped me because you have something to say?"
The three primordial ancestors exchanged glances and saw the same heartfelt admiration and regret in one another's eyes.
Zu Long spoke first. The former ruler of the Scale Clan set aside his supreme bearing,