Shichen lends his aid, reforging the Martial Dao

The moment Xuandu stepped out of Biyou Palace, the purple clouds slowly closed behind him, and golden light receded like the tide.

He stood atop Golden Ao Island with his hands behind his back, gazing toward the vast land in the distance, toward the crimson-gold light of the Martial Dao Heavenly Stele soaring into the sky on the East Sea Coast, toward the cities and tribes of the Human Race, and toward the countless figures cultivating the Martial Dao.

He did not rush to send a voice transmission.

He did not rush to summon Fuxi, Shennong, and Xuanyuan, much less the Martial Dao cultivators.

He simply stood there, watching quietly and sensing the currents of their auras.

After a moment, he gently raised his hand and flicked a finger.

Space rippled soundlessly, and a streak of gray-white light surged from his fingertip, landing on the mountaintop.

Where the light settled, a figure slowly materialized.

He was thin, with an unremarkable face and a gray-white robe that draped down like flowing water.

Deep within his clouded eyes, silver light flickered faintly. Time law circulated silently around him, like an unseen river flowing slowly beneath his feet.

Shichen.

He had originally remained in Xuandi Heavenly Domain to recover from his injuries and restore the essence he had depleted by forcibly invoking the Time Dao.

Before returning to the Great Wilderness, Xuandu had brought him along, using the Chaos Bead to conceal his aura all the way back to Golden Ao Island.

Now, standing atop Golden Ao Island, Shichen swept his clouded gaze over the surrounding world of swirling purple clouds and sky-piercing golden light, momentarily stunned.

"So this is the Great Wilderness?" Shichen asked, his voice carrying a sense of unfamiliarity and wonder he had not felt in hundreds of millions of