Traces remained on the Heaven Ranking; the Chaos imprint was eternally indestructible.
Above Eastern Xuan Academy, the ten-thousand-foot rosy radiance gradually receded, yet that Chaos vortex was deeply branded into the Divine Souls of every living being who witnessed the sight, never to be erased. The Heavenly Dao itself admitted it could not pass judgment—an unprecedented phenomenon since antiquity, whose impact far surpassed any of Xuanyuan Che's moves in the Battle Realm.
After a deathly silence within and beyond the academy came an unprecedented uproar. The disciples were beside themselves with excitement, while the elders wore complicated expressions, feeling both glory and reverence.
Yet Xuanyuan Che remained as calm as drifting clouds and a gentle breeze. He reached out and caught the special golden Heavenly Dao invitation hovering before him. With a slight sweep of his divine sense, he found within it an obscure, ancient Dao inscription containing a trace of the Heavenly Dao's apology and... a plea for help? It was as though the world's will, somewhere beyond sight, had sensed an existence that transcended its rules and instinctively sought a sliver of hope and protection.
"Interesting." The corner of Xuanyuan Che's lips lifted slightly as he casually put away the golden invitation. The Heavenly Dao of this world was more tactful than certain so-called great powers.
Just then, a clear sword cry suddenly rang out from the horizon.
A sword light brilliant as a river of stars tore through the sky and arrived in an instant, hovering above Xuanqing Peak. As the sword light dispersed, it revealed a Jade Slip wreathed in starlight and sword intent. Upon it, an ancient Dao inscription bearing the character "Jun" shone brilliantly.
"It's First Senior Brother's Starry Sky Sword Edict." Yun Mengyao recognized it.
The Sword Edict trembled, and Jun Moxie's cold,