"What, Grand Preceptor Hong?"
—The sacred ancestor's imperial weapon no longer belonged to the Emperor Court either?!
At that instant, An Jing, speeding through the reflux of Taixu, heard the Hong River Cauldron's calm voice, vast as lakes and seas. Then, a mighty yet gentle force propelled them forward another notch: [We are not people who leave no path for later generations. Go.]
[An interesting little fellow. Worth recording.]
In Lingxiao Realm of the Tenfold Miaofa Divine Sect, the Star-Painting Old Man narrowed his eyes as he watched. With six arms and three faces, he did not oppose the other Heavenly Venerables, merely shielding Hui Tianyu and the younger members of his own and allied sects: [I'm only here to record history. Leave me alone—I'm recording.]
Though he had not actually done anything, those words themselves were a stance—did the various Heavenly Venerables really intend to deliberately obstruct the younger generation's actions under the gaze of so many other Heavenly Venerables?
[Nothing more than an ant's instinct to survive. Still, they are indeed fast.]
The Clear Abyss Sect's Dao Soldier, [Myriad-Aspect Absolute Scene], appeared to be nothing more than an utterly ordinary brush. Yet with one light stroke across heaven and earth, an invisible boundary spread through the chaotic space-time. Wherever it passed, even Taixu's Time Light took on a strange "hazy" quality.
Pure Origin, Clear Abyss, Pure Spirit—the power of the Three Pures was "aspect," "reality," and "mind." The mind was responsible for imagining; the tangible body was responsible for realizing; and the final result, the altered world, was "aspect." That was to say, the "scene of external aspects."
As Myriad-Aspect Absolute Scene swept forth, the karmic connections between mind and reality, reality and aspect, were briefly severed. For a time, minds could not control bodies, matter could not