In the depths of the Great Void, intricate Dao inscriptions were etched across the void, outlining an altar and giving rise to all manner of mysteries.
Above that altar hung a blood-red sun. It was bound by chain after chain, unable to break free, its power constantly being drawn away by the altar. As time passed, the radiance upon it grew ever dimmer.
Taking in every change, the six Saint Venerables seated cross-legged in the void waited in silence.
By now, under their efforts, the altar's mysteries had already seeped into the depths of the world and formed a resonance with that True God's corpse. What they lacked might be no more than an opportunity. Yet when that opportunity would arrive, even they could not say. It might come the very next instant, or perhaps many years later.
Then, just as Saint Venerable Mo Lin had been sitting secure as a fisherman on the bank, a subtle sensation suddenly stirred within his heart.
"Could some old karma have been disturbed?"
His expression unchanged, Saint Venerable Mo Lin followed the faint sensation and cast his gaze into the Great Void.
At that moment, he sensed heaven and answered earth, seeking to lock onto the source that had stirred his emotions. A Dao Embryo bearer carried the Great Dao and harmonized with heaven and earth; his mind would never be stirred without cause.
Yet the sensation had come too subtly. The moment he tried to trace it back, every clue snapped, as though that karma had vanished into thin air. "Has someone used some method to conceal it?"
Finding nothing, Saint Venerable Mo Lin could not help frowning. In this age, karma did not reveal itself. If the other party truly possessed some means of concealment, then even he would find it