Beside Tashan lay a vast expanse of boundless gray.
The rising sun climbed over the mountaintop.
A colossal bronze hall stood amid the clouds and mist, truly seeming beyond this mortal world.
Above the hall, the sky stretched high and wide.
Lin Xiaosu, clad in snow-white robes, stood quietly upon the high platform.
Before him stood an array platform.
This array platform was the Celestial Cycle Grand Formation!
It had taken him a full month to construct it.
Within the Celestial Cycle Grand Formation, every corner of the world appeared in the array.
In theory, he could easily erase any variable. Yet he had acted only once—over the Pacific Ocean. That region had not been brought under effective control, so he intervened. With a gentle point of his finger, he annihilated a suddenly appearing race. Those left behind all knelt in the void, crying, "Dao Ancestor, spare us..."
As for everywhere else, he had not intervened.
Even those comrades who were receiving his orders and setting up defenses across the world did not actually know that every corner of the battlefield was under his control.
He watched with his own eyes as this planet expanded a hundredfold.
He watched with his own eyes as Folded Spaces opened one after another.
He also watched with his own eyes as the elders of Spirit Ruins, Beast Taming Gate, the Dragon Race, Azure Abyss, and all the other Daos and Gates carried out his commands. Those who refused discipline were sent to northwest farms for reform through labor, while useful ancient beasts were dispatched to Qianlong's various bases...
As the dust settled, a smile slowly appeared at the corner of his lips.
At his side, Changye chuckled softly. "September nineteenth—the doomsday we once set. Has it become Daxia's day of explosive breakthroughs in