Once Fuzi had the answer he sought, he settled down. Even when he traveled the world, he no longer did so with the same purpose. Instead, he searched and thought about how to deal with Haotian.
Red Dust carried on as before, wandering other parts of Haotian World, visiting lands unlike Chang'an, or going to Carefree Island.
The world had been peaceful, but that peace was broken.
That day, deep in the South Sea, an aura that threatened to destroy heaven and earth erupted.
Around a boat on the South Sea, everything had already begun to change.
Dark clouds covered the sky above the South Sea. Amid flashes of lightning and rolls of thunder, something seemed poised to break out of them.
It was as though the whole world had been divided into darkness and light: the sky over the South Sea was dark, while everything around it remained bright.
The sky above the South Sea sank into darkness. There was no sunlight, no starlight, not even the faintest glimmer.
The people along the coast were terrified and awestruck. They did not cry out or scatter. Instead, they dropped to their knees, murmuring under their breath.
The cultivators of the Dao Sect and Buddhist Sect were just as stunned. They could not speak. Their faces went numb, as if their souls had left them.
Suddenly, the mass of dark clouds parted like a curtain cut by a sword, sliding aside to reveal a vast fissure within.
Golden light flickered in the fissure, dazzling to behold.
The people came to their senses. They cried out, screamed, and ran for their lives. Some remained where they were, covering their faces as they wept.
As the light from the fissure grew stronger, the opening widened. The darkness shrouding the South Sea spread outward,