She gazed down at the transformed Primordial Heaven and Earth, now complete and boundless. Her voice trembled with joy and relief she could no longer contain:
"Fellow Daoist Ling Xi... the Return to Void has finally emerged into the light of day."
"Master did it. He really did it."
An ancient seal, the separation of two realms, the Shackles of Fate—all the chains that had weighed upon the ages shattered and dissolved.
The long-sealed Return to Void, the flawed Heavenly Dao, the constrained Prehistoric Era—all were reborn today.
Ling Xi was not alone. Dao Xuan, Fen Xu, Wu Wei, Chen Qing, and the other cultivators of old stood among the clouds, staring intently at the magnificent world below.
Every one of them trembled slightly, their eyes brimming with disbelief and fierce excitement.
The Prehistoric Era before them was no longer the ancient world they remembered, limited in scope, governed by an incomplete Heavenly Dao, with no path beyond a certain point.
Now its Dao Foundation was complete. Myriad Daos had become one, the heavens had merged, and its realms had expanded billions of times over.
The pathways of the Great Dao were clear and vast. Auspicious Qi surged like a coiling dragon. The barriers of heaven and earth stood firm and imperishable, three thousand Laws flowed in order, and six Supreme Great Daos hung high in the heavens. The entire world was majestic, flourishing, complete, and grand!
Its structure was new, its wonders beyond count. It had long since surpassed everything the old era could have known or imagined.
Yet on closer inspection, the contours of its mountains and rivers, the very bones of heaven and earth, and the aura of its living beings still bore the familiar shape etched into their souls.
This was the Prehistoric Era where they