The tides of Chaos still surged mightily.
Qing Xuan and Qing Yi followed the direction of their earlier travels.
They crossed one turbid current after another, stopping only once the aura of the Primordial World had gradually faded.
Qing Xuan gazed into the depths of Chaos, the Godslayer Spear already in his grasp.
Survivors of the great calamity of the world's opening still walked through Chaos.
Their attainment of the Dao this time might not go unwatched.
He had deliberately chosen a place far from the Primordial World precisely because he did not want the aftershocks of any clash to spill back into its heaven and earth.
Qing Yi glanced at the spear in his hand. The Qiankun Cauldron rose in response, its ancient patterns slowly lighting up amid Chaos.
Neither said anything more. Each released the Dao intent they had accumulated for so long, and divine radiance of Chaos and creation spread into the distance together.
Their gains from the Third Sermon, Pangu's Legacy, and the many Daos they had comprehended over the years all converged at this moment.
Now that he had truly reached this point, his heart instead grew calm. After years of seeking, the moment when his Dao Fruit would ripen had finally arrived.
The Qiankun Cauldron hovered before Qing Yi, and a vast world unfolded from the divine radiance of creation.
The pure and turbid separated, the sun and moon hung high, and mountains and seas stretched toward the ends of the sky. Every surging tide of Chaos stopped outside the dark-yellow curtain of light.
Behind Qing Xuan, myriad Daos converged. The light and shadows of countless worlds arose and perished with his Dao intent, finally returning to a hazy expanse.
As he watched the world behind Qing Yi grow ever more complete, a smile