The five-colored radiance of the Five Elements turned black, the purple of lightning turned black, and even the black-and-white Yin-Yang energies became deeper. At this moment, the skies above the entire Shadow Immortal Realm were being stained by that black light.
It was not the black of destruction, but the black of gestation—the black in which all things returned to one, the black at the source of the Reverse Dao.
Black light blanketed the horizon, and the sky of the Shadow Immortal Realm completely transformed into a pitch-black curtain.
Yet countless points of light began to emerge upon that curtain. Every point represented a Great Dao, densely packed beyond measure, numbering in the tens of thousands.
Myriad Dao stars glittered across the black curtain.
Ancient Immortal raised his head toward the sky, his pupils violently contracting. He saw something beginning to gather within that black curtain—a silhouette, a silhouette so immense it defied imagination, slowly manifesting.
It was a bull!
The phantom of a Black Ox began to emerge above the heavens.
Its four hooves stood upon the four directions of the Shadow Immortal Realm—east, west, south, and north, one hoof in each. Every hoof was unimaginably huge, blotting out the skies above thousands of Immortal Domains.
Its body stretched across directly above the Shadow Immortal Realm, its spine like a mountain range extending from east to west, endless and unbroken.
Its head was aimed at the center of the vortex.
Its horns thrust into the sky.
Two enormous horns extended from the phantom's head, each billions upon billions of miles thick, stretching upward and piercing into a higher layer of void.
At their tips, space shattered, revealing deeper spatial currents. One could even glimpse a vague corner of the True Immortal Realm—a forbidden region of heaven and earth that