Crimson-gold divine flames spread in every direction like the celestial river of the nine heavens cascading upside down, bringing the entire sky once occupied by the ice lotus and Formation Disc under their dominion.
Around the great sun, golden Dao patterns roamed like dragons and serpents. Every flicker carried a supreme pressure that made all living things bow their heads. They were manifestations of law, symbols of authority, an absolute will that stood above immortals and gods.
He was the one and only "Great Dao" in this world!
And beneath the radiance of that blazing sun, the phantom of a young man slowly took solid form.
He stood distinguished amid the boundless golden light, his bearing as straight and lofty as a divine mountain holding up the heavens. A few strands of hair drifted in the wind, as though he were that great sun's incarnation in the mortal world.
Gray, hazy chaos energy swirled around him, sometimes evolving into earth, fire, water, and wind, sometimes returning to silent nothingness.
The young man simply stood calmly with his hands behind his back, atop the Divine List that belonged to him alone, beneath the radiant sun. His expression was serene and unhurried, as though the sight before him, subduing all the heavens, were nothing out of the ordinary.
And the instant he raised his eyes slightly,
Every creature looking up saw those eyes!
Cultivators flying on swords swayed in midair; farmers tilling their fields stopped their hoes and stood rooted to the spot; toddlers learning to walk forgot to cry; elders taking a final look back at the end of their lives departed in peace.
Within those double pupils, galaxies reversed their courses, living beings were born and perished, dynasties rose and fell, immortals and demons emerged together, and the myriad forms