Venerable Yuanshi's Suggestion: Follow the Rules, but Nuwa Had a Different Idea? Qingyuan Watched the Show

After the World-Destroying Flood receded, the five Heavenly Dao Saints gathered once more.

They appeared in a temporary secret space at the boundary between the Primordial Wilderness and Chaos. It belonged neither to the Three Realms nor the Five Elements, and no divine ability of surveillance could penetrate its barriers.

Everything around them was gray and hazy.

The void barrier beneath their feet was so thin that it felt like they were standing on a layer of mist. Above them surged endless chaotic currents, gray-white streams drifting slowly, so still that they left one feeling hollow.

There was no wind, no light, and no sound within the space. Even breathing felt as though it were being suppressed by something invisible.

Saint Taiqing was the first to arrive.

He sat cross-legged in the center of the void, a whisk laid across his knees, his eyes closed as though deep in meditation.

His face was gaunt and calm, betraying no emotion. Only the faint Yin-Yang pattern around his cuffs slowly revolved, a small habit that appeared only when he was thinking.

Venerable Yuanshi arrived next, landing to Saint Taiqing's right. He stood with his hands behind his back, the Three Treasures Ruyi floating at his side. Radiant Glow flickered dimly within the Chaos, casting half his stern face into light and half into shadow.

Jieyin and Zhunti appeared side by side, their monk's robes utterly still amid the chaotic currents.

Jieyin pressed his palms together, his eyes lowered. His sorrowful face was filled with composure as he moved the prayer beads through his fingers one by one, much more slowly than usual.

Zhunti was entirely different. He spun the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree in his hand, its seven-colored radiance flashing through the Chaos. He was incapable of hiding his thoughts; his lips