Independent Heaven and Earth, the Great Dao Descends Again

That Independent Heaven and Earth continued to expand, like spring greenery spreading across a wasteland—silent, yet irreversible.

Millions of zhang, tens of millions of zhang, hundreds of millions of zhang.

Martial Dao Will flowed endlessly within it like an unceasing river, completely sealing Chaos Qi beyond its borders.

Those beings who had once looked up to Xuandu were now sensing the mode of existence contained within that realm.

It was unlike the weightiness of Hunyuan Taiji, unlike the ethereality of Half-Step Transcendence.

It was a complete and utter independence.

Like a person cut out of a painting, no longer constrained by the canvas, able to stand, walk, and breathe on their own.

Xuandu sat cross-legged at the center of that realm, sensing the gazes converging from all directions, sensing the shock and reverence within them.

He neither raised his head nor responded. He merely continued to perceive every slightest change within that realm.

He needed to confirm something.

He needed to confirm whether this realm was truly stable enough to withstand the Great Dao's return.

After all, the Great Dao had once said that he would return.

Yet Xuandu knew that had never been a threat.

His Origin Power had waned, and he needed a vessel to continue his existence.

But that obsession and resolve had never wavered throughout countless eras.

Now, Xuandu had severed all Karma with Chaos and stood independent beyond it.

If the Great Dao wished to refine him into a puppet again, it would be more than a hundred times harder than before.

Yet Xuandu also knew that the Great Dao would never give up so easily.

That was why he was now sensing the boundaries of that realm.

The boundary formed by Martial Dao Will was like an invisible barrier stretching between Chaos and the