The void stretched boundlessly, stars glittering throughout.
"Zhang Xuan Mystic Secrets."
The Daoist within the gate turned slightly. Wind and thunder howled, primordial chaos spread, and the [Roaming Union] venerable position seemed to stir in response, only to return at last to utter silence and emptiness.
The history of shock thunder had already been erased by primordial chaos, including the old deeds of True Lord Shangyou.
Union of preservation had forgotten.
Xu Xuan remembered.
The wounds within the Primordial Gate flickered uncertainly. The might of severance continued to rise, and sword radiance manifested and darted about, carving seven wounds across this starry sky, from which white dust scattered.
Yet the figure wearing the Wooden Crown remained calm. Vines of yi wood extended around him, only to snap beneath that terrifying sword radiance.
The man beneath the crown looked over. His face seemed somewhat stiff, as though dust had settled upon it. Only his eyes were extraordinarily lively, as if some ape were staring into this place through a human body.
He lightly clapped his hands. Darkness fell in every direction, leaving only the sword radiance within that gate shining brilliantly.
"I did not come today to kill or wound."
"Kill or wound?"
Xu Xuan slowly shook his head and held down [Shang Xuan], which was about to leave its sheath on its own. A foot of its blade, forged from primordial chaos, had already emerged, resonating with the wounds of the primordial, the wounds of heaven and earth, and the wounds of yin and yang.
Seven rays of radiance overflowed within the gate, and wind and thunder born of primordial chaos and formlessness swept up.
"I am merely settling this cause and effect."
"Cause and effect?"
Panmi's voice sounded somewhat desolate. Billowing twilight surged out beside him, temporarily blocking the