Rare Marsh God spoke first. "Fine, we'll do as you say."
The remaining water gods chimed in, their voices pressing down from all directions.
Zhang Daoxuan was still charging forward, but every time he rushed within a few feet of Primordial Origin Dao Ancestor, a gentle force pushed him back.
Refusing to yield, he charged again, only to be pushed back once more.
One time after another, as though he did not know fatigue.
Xu Changqing stood at the very front of the crowd, yet he was the only one who had not moved.
He knew what was about to happen next.
The Dao Ancestor would scatter his Dao.
The Dao Sect would fall into decline.
The Human Race would enter a long, dark stage.
None of it could be changed, nor did it need to be changed.
After all, surviving this stage meant Gods' Twilight.
When that time came, the war between gods and devils would instead benefit the future Human Race and Demon Race.
Primordial Origin Dao Ancestor held his head high and let out a sharp cry. "Scatter!"
His Dao burst forth from within his body.
Some of it transformed into fire.
Some of it transformed into water.
Some of it transformed into wind.
Some of it transformed into mountains.
They stripped away one strand at a time, like a swarm of fireflies flying out from the twilight, first spreading all across the sky before being drawn in by Myriad Dao Tree.
At the same time, countless dharma seals appeared and vanished around the Dao Ancestor's body.
Then they shattered like stars.
A portion dispersed into heaven and earth, while another portion flew off into the distance.
The sky resembled a mirror that had been struck and cracked, the fissures spreading from overhead toward all directions.
Myriad