Chu Mo gazed quietly at the circle, his thoughts surging. Although Heaven's Sacred Venerable held absolute dominance in the union of the three gods, his role was not that of its core.
Yin and yang formed the foundation, with heaven serving as their pivot. Heaven's Sacred Venerable merely acted as a regulator, allowing yin and yang to merge perfectly.
That makes sense. Heaven's will already has a symbol. No matter how bold the Kun Lord is, he wouldn't dare covet that position. That patriarch is no ordinary fighter.
Chu Mo pondered silently and continued watching the transformation before him.
The circle of yin and yang rose higher and higher, until it transcended the Sacred God Domain and towered above the World Ocean, visible to immortals and mortals alike.
The figures of the two sacred venerables of yin and yang had long since vanished, leaving only Heaven's Sacred Venerable, lofty and boundless.
Sui Ming looked up at him, his myriad puppets frozen in place. A trace of pallor appeared on his face as he murmured, "It's over... he's really going to succeed."
The others also stopped fighting and stood still, their expressions turning equally grim.
Just then, Heaven's Sacred Venerable abruptly opened his eyes and turned his gaze toward them. He spoke calmly, three voices issuing from his mouth in unison, like a deity:
"From this day forth, I shall be yin and yang."
"Fellow Daoists, why are you so alarmed? My attainment of the eighth realm is a blessing for the World Ocean. You ought to celebrate for me. Why do I see no joy on your faces?"
Sui Ming said nothing. At this point, they could no longer stop him. Chu Mo, standing nearby, was also silent, but unlike the others, who were filled with worry, he was studying