After a long silence, a young figure seated on the highest, most central floating platform in the Dao Domain secret realm slowly spoke. He looked youthful and refined, yet his bearing was transcendent and ancient.
His frame was slight, but he stood above the five great powers and Sky Shadow. His gaze pierced the layers of the Dao Prison and reached toward the Prehistoric Era and Chaos. His voice was calm, carrying the certainty of one who had seen through an age-old game:
"No matter!"
"If they're destroyed, so be it."
The young man's quiet voice echoed through the Dao Prison, unshaken and calculating:
"The rise of the Prehistoric Era and Xuan Qing's defiance of heaven are only temporary triumphs."
"The cultivators of the heavens and all their Dao Venerables cannot escape the Shackles of the Great Dao. None can break free of the Origin Dao Prison."
"Sooner or later, Xuan Qing will reach the end of his ascent. He will inevitably set foot in this final Dao Prison."
"And then, with his path cut off and no way back, he'll have no trump cards or opportunities left to rely on."
A cold light flashed in the young man's eyes as his words ended. His soft snort rang through the Dao Domain. The game that concealed his final killing move was set.
Every triumph Xuan Qing had won, every victory, every supreme Dao Fruit, would turn to nothing the moment he entered the Dao Prison!
The dust settled across the Chaos battlefield.
The Sin Domain's four leading powers had been uprooted, their remnants wiped out and their allied army scattered. The air of slaughter slowly faded as the shattered Chaos Void began to mend.
The war that had swept through the heavens was over. The vast expanse was clear