Doing Nothing Is the Only Meaningless Thing

Clearly, Gu had not expected Xuan to say such a thing.

After a brief silence:

"Doing nothing—that would be truly meaningless."

Hearing this, a flicker of satisfaction finally passed through Xuan's eyes.

Though Gu had done rather too many foolish things before, possessing such awareness was already quite good.

"Make the arrangements for what comes next yourself."

With those words, Xuan seized the Dao Slave before him, around which countless concepts flowed, and his figure dispersed into a wisp of Purple Qi.

As he departed, the great net of Purple Qi that had divided the Ancient Great Profound Heaven into upper and lower halves began to contract as well.

Gu slowly pointed a finger forward.

Layer upon layer of imperceptible, rainbow-hued seven-colored light rippled ahead.

Wherever it passed, the superfluous concepts that had emerged under the Dao Slave's influence were smoothed away, and heaven and earth returned once more to crystalline clarity.

After doing all this, he did not immediately return to the Hall of Time. Instead, he stood silently amid the clouds, countless mysterious and extraordinary lights and shadows flowing through his seven-colored eyes.

"Yang Feng..."

A capable Heavenly General under his command had fallen because of Heaven Pass Construction.

Perhaps the sight had stirred old feelings. He could not help recalling that distant past.

Back then, the Sword Ancestor's Dao Attainment had taken everyone by surprise.

At first, when Heaven gathered outstanding spirits and heroes of every race beneath his banner, seeking to cultivate a "Dao Attainer," both he and Tai had thought Heaven was indulging in a wild fantasy.

The Cang Race was born extraordinary, the most perfect race within the Dao.

Yet even the Cang Race, so transcendent and unworldly, found it difficult to cross the gulf between Dao Attainers and those who had not attained