Unrest Across the Nine Heavens, Its Vast Reach

The young cultivator disguised as Li Changhe had an ordinary appearance, but his eyes were unusually bright and clear.

Especially when he saw the surrounding seawater surging high, waves rising like massive Sky Screens.

He also saw the oppressive force of space around them, as well as several figures suddenly materializing.

The smile at the corner of his lips deepened further.

Rumble.

Almost at the same moment that smile formed.

An incomparably enormous gateway finally seemed to fall from the River of Time.

The barrier of ages, the separation of the Great Era.

All of it turned into a layer of foam that rapidly dispersed around the gateway.

It was as though no sound remained throughout heaven and earth, save for the splashing tides that rose within every cultivator's Dao Heart, sending a chill down their backs.

"What is going on? Why does my Dao Heart feel so uneasy?"

Earth Continent was far too distant to know what was happening in the East Sea at this very moment.

Yet the Six Paths Fate Allotment hanging high above the heavens was enough to reveal the intensity of this Variable Fate.

The fate currents of every path churned relentlessly. Fate Allotment that had once been quiet and gradual, drifting peacefully like wandering clouds, suddenly became like thunderbolts of the Nine Heavens, roaming like dragons—at times dispersing, at times gathering again.

Even the Fate Allotment of the various Daoist Lineages began to sway under the influence of cultivation path fate.

Only the Daoist Lineage fate suppressed by Supreme Treasures recovered its former sect providence after merely three breaths.

But the sect fate of those without Supreme Treasure suppression seemed, in the shadows, to become little boats upon the sea, constantly tossed by all manner of disturbances.

Even the patriarchs of Daoist Lineages who