At last, the enormous Taiji diagram still hung in the void. To the many immortals and cultivators in the immortal domain beyond, if they couldn't see the faint ripples of light in the sky, most of them could no longer sense its presence.
Only the Primordial Sword Demon, the Black Dragon, and Xiang Qingcheng—either because their realms were already exceedingly high or because Xiang Qingcheng knew Lu Xiaotian's aura down to her bones—could sense it. Xiang Qingcheng's brows drew together slightly. The Taiji diagram in the void wasn't beginning to disappear. Rather, after Lu Xiaotian's pulsing aura had transformed into this Primordial Chaos Taiji, it had merged with the immortal domain and the vast void, completely blending into them.
This Taiji diagram seemed to have no aura at all, yet it continued to pulse in an extremely slow and wondrous rhythm. It was simply that most people couldn't sense it.
This state persisted. In the Primordial Sword Demon's eyes, at first Lu Xiaotian's wondrous rhythm had been slightly out of sync with that of the immortal domain and void around him. But as time passed, that trace of discord grew fainter and fainter, until even the Primordial Sword Demon could no longer sense the fluctuations that should have been there.
It was as if all one could sense were the mountains, rivers, and void around them. The Taiji diagram formed by Lu Xiaotian was no physical object, and by now it was almost invisible.
In fact, even Xiang Qingcheng could no longer see Lu Xiaotian when she looked outside the bamboo hut. Yet she could still clearly feel that he was beside her. It was an intensely contradictory sensation.
This state continued for more than a decade. Everyone in the immortal domain had long since returned to their usual lives.