At this very moment, the entire Xuanmen system trembled.
This sense of "weightlessness" came from the Eight Sceneries Thirty-Six Heavens. It was like a carriage speeding wildly forward whose driver suddenly leaped off; although the carriage still hurtled ahead by virtue of its inertia, the fierce steed had lost its driver and with him a certain "coordination" and "rhythm." Anyone sensitive could perceive the sudden jolts striking amidst the high-speed gallop.
For now, this sensation was still minuscule, but as time went on, one could imagine it would only grow increasingly violent.
Yet whether within the Xuanmen system or outside it, at this instant, not a single expert capable of perceiving the subtle changes in between would invest much effort into the Xuanmen system itself. Almost all attention was cast toward the Central Sky World and Saint Xiao, who chanted in a long, drawn-out sigh.
Even outsiders entirely ignorant of this subtle plane could see Saint Xiao's majestic dharma form, vast enough to cup the clouds and pluck the moon, shrinking layer by layer until it finally matched an ordinary mortal, reducing to mere speck-like dust before the bright moon.
This was because Saint Xiao no longer utilized the near-infinite primordial Qi within the Xuanmen body to sustain his dharma form.
Severing this connection was merely the most conspicuous part.
In truth, at this moment, not a single strand of Qi across Saint Xiao's entire body retained any link to the close-at-hand Xuanmen system.
Even the system's empowerment was blocked outside.
He had completely cut ties with the Xuanmen system, from top to bottom, from inside out.
Yet the "black tide" that had already melted into his personal demonic tribulation showed no signs of abating.
In fact, because Saint Xiao's "severing" had been so swift and decisive, the demonic tide—which