The Heavenly Mandate Bearing Dao Stele was a tribulation-grade treasure left behind by the Divine Venerable Xuhong. During the great ancient war, it was destroyed in battle and split into three. One remnant stele was held by Wanxiang's master and later passed down to Wanxiang, while Junhao's piece of the Heavenly Mandate Bearing Dao Stele had been given to him by Wanxiang.
Of the other two pieces, one was in the hands of Shanzhi, the master of the Burial Heaven Pavilion. After Shanzhi's fall, that piece of the Heavenly Mandate Bearing Dao Stele vanished as well. The other was seized by the Giant Spirit Clan.
If nothing unexpected had happened, the piece in Zhang Shuai's possession was the one taken by the Giant Spirit Clan. After all, the Giant Spirit Clan's inheritance had fallen into Zhang Shuai's hands.
Having figured this out, Junhao could not help but feel immensely envious of Zhang Shuai's fortune. This kid's luck was simply too good. He had achieved so much in such a short time—he seemed even more like the true chosen one of fate than Junhao himself.
At that moment, the divine scripts containing the supreme true intent of the Great Dao finally collided soundlessly at the center of this shattered starry domain.
At the point of impact, space twisted into bizarre, unnatural curves like silk kneaded by an invisible giant hand. Countless shattered starfields and scenes of chaos were reflected within the layered folds of space.
Time completely lost its meaning there. At times it accelerated ten thousandfold, at times it froze entirely, and it even briefly flowed backward. All light was devoured, forming a sphere of absolute darkness. Yet at the sphere's edge erupted chaotic radiance mixed with every known and unknown color. It was not light that belonged to the