Within the Profound Yellow Heaven, Lu Yuan slowly withdrew his gaze from the mortal world.
The wars and intrigues of Southern Jambudvipa stirred only the faintest ripple in his Dao Heart before quickly subsiding into silence.
The rise and fall of mortal dynasties were, from the perspective of a Hunyuan Sage, no more than a few waves churning in the River of Destiny.
Lu Yuan sat cross-legged upon the Cloud Bed. His Auspicious Cloud Dao Fruit hung above his head, Profound Yellow Qi coiling around it like dragons and serpents, while the light of tribulation and destiny appeared and vanished within.
Inside the Auspicious Clouds, the phantom of the Profound Yellow Gate stood open. Beyond it, the Chaos Sea surged. Yet now, it did not reflect the Myriad Worlds. Instead, it had become a strange and fantastical river of light.
This was the river of endless possibilities stretching from this moment into the future of the Great Desolation World.
The might of the Hunyuan Seventh Heaven parted layer upon layer of mist, peering into fragments of future scenes drifting through the River of Time.
Lu Yuan's mind sank into the River of Destiny, and scene after scene appeared before his "eyes."
Buddhist chants shook Jiankang City as Xiao Yan immersed himself in a dream of a Buddhist kingdom.
In the shadows, a glint of greed flashed in Hou Jing's eyes. He coveted the splendid lands of the Southern Dynasties.
Sure enough, he launched a bloody rebellion, turning the prosperous lands south of the Yangtze into scorched earth.
When Hou Jing rose in rebellion, the Buddhist Lineage of Southern Liang collapsed with a crash, and the gold lacquer peeled from the Buddha statues.
Jiankang fell. The starving dead littered the land, and even Buddhist temples could not escape the ravages of