Immortal light filled the horizon, ten thousand Daos rising as one.
In an instant, the auras of every region in the Chaos Sea seemed drawn by that phenomenon. Hundreds of streams of immortal light shattered the void, streaking countless rainbow trails through the air. Like stars flowing backward, they fell toward that secret realm.
It was the Dao-Inscribed Silk Sea.
The shifting sand was soundless, yet it reflected the five colors of Tiandi, chaotic and ancient.
From afar, it resembled a boundless sea. Up close, however, fragments of worlds flowed, fused, and layered atop one another like tides. Every grain of sand was condensed Dao Accumulation; every inch of light was the overflow of the Great Dao's veins.
Just then.
A blue-robed cultivator arrived at an unhurried pace, purple qi beneath his feet and brilliance radiating from his soul.
Rainbow wings spread from his back, and he wore a blue robe. His features were open and refined, yet coldly handsome. His name was unknown; only that he called himself the "Purple Firmament Pagoda Master." He was an Ancient Immortal from one of the seventy-three Heavenly Domains within an Immortal Domain of the Chaos Sea.
Before his words had faded, there was neither wind nor sound between heaven and earth. Only the radiance of the sand grains flowed silently.
Then he suddenly sensed that something was wrong—
The sky was no longer bright.
When he looked up, the horizon seemed to have collapsed. Endless shadows descended, even freezing the Chaos Immortal Qi. It was not that the sky had darkened—it was that the entire firmament had been obscured by some boundless, immense power.
At that moment, the blue-robed cultivator's pupils shrank to pinpoints.
At last, he saw clearly—
A giant.
Incalculably tall, it stood above the sand sea like the sole