More than a dozen streaks of escape light flew out from the depths of Chaos, pierced the edge of the Star Sea and the Nine Heavens Astral Wind, and returned to the land of the Primordial World.
Above Mount Buzhou, the light of the Thirty-Three Heavens remained dazzling.
Layer upon layer of phantom firmaments resembled thirty-three tiers of steps, extending from the skies of the Primordial World into the unknowable depths of the Great Dao's source.
The gods of the Divine Dao and the armies of the Heavenly Court still held their respective formations outside the Thirty-Three Heavens.
The tension of their confrontation, swords drawn and bows bent, had not eased with Di Jun and Pan Xuan's departure.
Years went uncounted in Chaos. Although Di Jun, Pan Xuan, and the others had spent a considerable stretch of time there, not much time had passed for those who remained in the Primordial World.
When those dozen-odd streaks of escape light appeared on the horizon, everyone's eyes turned toward them at once.
Di Jun and Pan Xuan flew side by side at the very front.
Purple-gold light of the Divine Dao and crimson-gold light of the Sage intertwined and flowed around them.
They traveled together, their movements unhurried, their expressions showing neither hostility nor wariness, only a gravity and certainty tempered by their battle in Chaos.
To the gods of the Divine Dao and the generals of the Heavenly Court, this tacit understanding was a silent yet unmistakable signal.
On their journey into Chaos, the two sides had not only avoided conflict but reached some deeper consensus.
Di Jun landed before the Heavenly Court's ranks, with Taiyi and Kunpeng close behind.
Baize hurried forward to greet him. The Ten Great Demon Marshals also put away their weapons, their gazes falling as one