Buzz!
That sound pierced through Tiandi.
It was a gaze that had crossed who knew how many billions upon billions of miles of void, pierced countless layers of Primordial barriers, ignored every restriction and seal of the Eternal Imperial City, and descended upon Di Zhao—
A gaze.
It carried no weight, not even the slightest hint of pressure.
It had merely looked at him.
Casually, absentmindedly, as though someone gazing upon a distant old place had happened to sweep their eyes over a speck of dust by the roadside.
Di Zhao's expression changed drastically.
Throughout his life, he had weathered countless ages, suppressed True Immortals, sealed Ancient Domains, and looked down upon the rise and fall of the Myriad Realms with Eternal power. Never had anything caused even the slightest crack in his Dao heart.
But at this moment—
His back turned icy cold.
It was not caused by an external force, not suppression from the Great Dao, nor anything that could be explained, resisted, or measured through cultivation.
It was instinct.
The instinct that had endured through eternity, long since as unyielding as eternity itself, told him for the first time ever—
That person was far older than you imagined.
Far more powerful.
Di Zhao did not move.
He remained standing atop the city wall without stirring, yet the strand of time he held between his fingers quietly tightened.
It was an unconscious movement.
Even he had not noticed it.
The Primordial Purple Qi remained condensed and motionless thirty yards around him. The myriad restrictions of the Eternal Imperial City continued operating soundlessly. Everything was as usual, yet everything was utterly different.
He slowly raised his eyes and looked toward the source of the voice.
There was nothing.
The Primordial Void spanning billions upon billions of miles churned as