Great Luo commanded, and the Myriad Daos followed.
Throughout Cang, the Heavens and All Realms, lights of every hue lit up in the highest dimensions of all space-time, past, present, and future.
Dao Fortune, Heavenly Fortune, Virtue Fortune, Blessing Fortune, Yin Fortune...
The Origins of the Myriad Worlds, imprints of the Myriad Daos, the sacred hearts of All Spirits...
Everything imaginable and describable, and everything beyond imagination or description, gathered into a Sea of Heavens and a Canopy of Ten Thousand Fortunes. Wuliang light radiated from it, eternal and undying.
The Great Dao surged within it, and all that was beautiful took shape there.
At Meng Chuan's will, the Wuliang light gradually contracted and split into three streams, descending toward Ye Fan, Wushi, and the Azure Emperor.
None of the three noticed a thing. It lay beyond what they could perceive, beyond their level.
The Wuliang light enveloped them like a waterfall. As time passed, the three absorbed every last trace.
From Meng Chuan's perspective, an illusory Cang, the Heavens and All Realms, hung high above their heads, shedding Boundless Dao Light that sheltered them within.
The illusory Cang, the Heavens and All Realms, slowly descended, entered their bodies, merged with their Primordial Spirits, and dissolved into their True Spirits.
Throughout the process, none of them sensed anything amiss.
At last, every Phenomenon vanished.
Shi Hao and the others watched it all, though Shi Hao alone could see what was happening in the Depths of the Dao Realm. Luo Tianxian and the others could not.
A barrier Shi Hao had left still stood between the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands and the Boundary Sea. It could block an Immortal Emperor's gaze without difficulty.
Of course, that was also because Luo Tianxian and the others had not forced their way through.