Ancient Dao chants echoed above time and space. The Desolate Pagoda rumbled, its archaic body divided into nine levels, circulating the power of time. It ran through the cultivation history of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, witnessed the glory of the Body-as-Seed System, and stood like a lighthouse in the Sea of Realms, guiding lost warriors home.
"Heavenly Emperor, great wisdom veiled in seeming folly, holy nature unchanged from the beginning..."
Lin Xian performed an ancient sacrificial rite and recited the Desolate Heaven Emperor's true name. Though his infamy stretched from the Foreign Realm and Immortal Realm to the Other Shore of the Sea of Realms, known to all, and though he had devoured races from across the heavens, making him a true devil king of chaos—
The victors wrote history. With his skillful historical revisionism, Lin Xian became a great Confucian scholar of later generations, arguing in defense of the Desolate Heaven Emperor's many misdeeds and singing praises of his past achievements.
"Grandpa Desolate Heaven Emperor pierced the Foreign Realm with his stone sword!"
"The Heavenly Emperor's kindness can never be repaid!"
"Loy! Al!"
Rumble—boundless divine sound resounded through the depths of the universe, stirring the deepest Causality in the unseen and making the Three-Life Bronze Coffin traveling through the starry sky resonate.
Nine black True Dragons, bathed in immortal light, seemed to come alive. Their faint dragon roars pulled the Bronze Ancient Coffin onto a new course, sailing toward another star as though time itself had reversed.
The time and space of eternity, all Causality—everything was thrown into chaos.
"They're back... they're all back..."
The Desolate Pagoda's Divine Spirit fully revived, incomparably excited. It gazed into the deepest reaches of the starry sky, as if seeing the Stone Village of old, and said gravely, "Nine Dragons Pulling