Autumn winds rustled; cold rain drifted.
A man in a vermilion Daoist robe patterned with sparrows stood within the Great Void, concealed beneath the radiance of the Origin Net. From afar, he watched a long silver-gray rainbow tear across the horizon, heading straight west, seemingly toward Longjue Ridge.
"It's over."
Song Shiyi murmured to himself, sounding somewhat wistful.
"Ancient Dui can no longer return."
Stubborn, foolish, and spiteful though Shang Zixi had been, blind to the greater situation, he had still been the orthodox heir to the primordial Dao of Western Dui of White Governance. Attaining the realm of entering beyond the Dao alone had been worthy of praise.
As for this evil creature formed from golden nature...
Unless someone brought a Dharma treasure to suppress it, there was no possibility of subduing it.
In the past, such matters would naturally have fallen to the Gloomy Netherworld and the Netherworld. But ever since [Northern Hidden Yin] had been shattered by true insight, those former deities of the Underworld had become lonely souls and wandering ghosts, seldom able to interfere in mortal affairs.
Indeed, with such an enormous disturbance, in the Ancient Era it would not merely have been the Gloomy Netherworld coming to suppress it. The Thunder Palace would also have sent several emissaries to handle the matter and call the Immortal Dao to account. True Person Qingyue had met his end here; the death of a late-stage Dui Metal True Person was no small loss to Great Li.
Yet the withdrawal of Heavenly Yi Forest was a genuine military achievement!
Once Heavenly Yi Forest withdrew, it meant Desolate Capital had fallen entirely under the current dynasty's control. They would also hold Origin Capital's western frontier and could dispatch troops from here, campaigning on two fronts.
"It's time to transfer