In Chaos, within Zixiao Palace.
Hong Jun sat upright upon the Cloud Bed, the Fragment of the Jade Plate of Creation slowly revolving before him.
The three thousand Dao rhythms intertwined and flowed across the fragment's surface like invisible streams, each rune containing the deepest secrets of the laws since the creation of heaven and earth.
Di Jun and Taiyi stood below the dais with their hands lowered, their golden robes resembling two suns with their radiance withdrawn in Zixiao Palace's dim light.
They had just faithfully reported the Great Dao fluctuations from the direction of the Blood Sea and the expansion of the Divine Dao System, and were awaiting the Dao Ancestor's response.
Di Jun's gaze inadvertently swept across the ever-shifting runes on the Fragment of the Jade Plate of Creation, and he secretly committed those intricate patterns to memory.
Although he knew that his cultivation realm left him unable to comprehend even a thousandth of them.
Even capturing a trace of their essence, however, might greatly benefit his future cultivation.
Taiyi, meanwhile, lowered his eyes toward his cuff. The Chaos Bell lay quietly deep within the pocket world inside his sleeve.
Here in Zixiao Palace, the Heavenly Dao's highest seat, it seemed even more silent than usual.
That feeling of suppression left Taiyi vaguely uneasy.
At that very moment, the concealing array was withdrawn.
That deep, weighty Netherworld law surged out from the depths of the Blood Sea.
It pierced through layer upon layer of spatial barriers, through the boundary between Chaos and the Primordial World, and through Zixiao Palace's walls, exploding within Hong Jun's perception like a soundless thunderclap.
It was the aura of a law that had never appeared in the Primordial World's history.
It carried the most primordial weight of the earth's depths, the most