As Yi Shuyuan continued speaking, the scattered spiritual light within the pearl archive in his hand, infused with his magical power, steadily gathered together.
It was as though, with each word Yi Shuyuan spoke, the light of the script within the pearl archive recovered, giving the impression that Dharma Forms followed his words and a wondrous, profound scripture was being recorded anew.
But only Yi Shuyuan understood that this was the marvel of this pearl archive. Though its Immortal Dao inscriptions, dating back a thousand or even several thousand years, had been damaged, their spiritual essence remained sealed within it.
Through Yi Shuyuan's Spirit Sense, it was as though he had touched the far shore of a bygone time and space through that spiritual essence.
Yi Shuyuan's voice continued without pause. Not only had the entire main hall of the Crystal Palace fallen silent, even the busy footsteps nearby had stopped.
The silence spread swiftly, as though contagious. Gradually, those outside stopped moving, and the Divine Beings and Aquatic Folk in every hall unconsciously halted even such slight movements as turning a page.
Some did not even know what had happened. They simply stopped because everyone else had.
"What happened?"
"Shh."
Some asked questions; others raised their hands to signal for silence. The Divine Beings and Aquatic Folk all looked in one direction, vaguely sensing that even the radiant light of the entire Crystal Palace seemed to have taken on a strange, shifting rhythm.
Within the great hall of the Crystal Palace, aside from Yi Shuyuan's voice, it was already quiet enough to hear a pin drop. Perhaps even the sound of fish stirring the waters outside could have carried inside.
"...The Dao roams the Three Realms, the Five Elements dwell within; return to the furnace's apertures, nurture radiant light!"