The gray-white chaos airflow resembled the breathing of an ancient beast, tearing apart and reassembling the void with each inhale and exhale.
Six figures stood amid the boundless desolation, each silent.
Cracks webbed Saint Zhunti's golden body, spreading from his shoulder blades to his chest. Buddha light flickered along their edges like a dying candle in the wind.
He still wore that careless, faint smile, but his fingertips dug into his palms so hard that his knuckles turned an almost translucent white.
Deep in his eyes, exhaustion and resentment threatened to spill over.
Jieyin was also gravely wounded. Fine cracks fractured the edges of his Lotus Throne, robbing it of its former flawless perfection.
Yet he stubbornly shielded his swaying junior brother, watching the Three Pure Ones who surrounded them with wary eyes.
The Three Pure Ones wore different expressions.
Laozi's face remained composed, but his gaze never left Zhunti's cracks.
Yuanshi's mask concealed every emotion; only his gaze remained as cold and clear as an icebound lake on Kunlun.
Tongtian turned his head aside, the tips of his ears reddening slightly. He seemed about to say something, but swallowed it back.
Nuwa stood at the rear, her eyes lowered as she toyed with her embroidered ball, waiting for the others to deal the final blow to their opponents.
Just then—
A crimson golden light screen tore through Chaos without warning, spanning the Three Realms.
So vast was the Light Curtain that it reached the Fetal Membrane of the Celestial Vault above and the Nether Blood Sea below.
Countless golden runes flowed along its edges, appearing and vanishing as though an invisible giant hand were writing something.
All spirits of the Prehistoric World raised their heads at once, billions of gazes converging on that brilliant golden light.
Everything between heaven