Unfortunately, Yun Qing had no time to spare for the astonishment of the distant onlookers.
He gazed into the distance and saw remnants of profoundly intricate Immortal Dao runes across the vast continent.
The contours of its mountains and rivers, the channels of its dried-up spiritual rivers-all secretly accorded with the ultimate truths of the Heavenly Dao. Even on some of the enormous, fractured jade walls, he could faintly make out magnificent phantoms of bygone days: immortal music lingering as ten thousand immortals came to pay homage, divine beasts galloping through seas of clouds.
Immortal cranes crossed the skies, divine beasts patrolled the palaces, bells resounded through the world, and jade towers opened their gates...
This was a corner of "broken roof tile" that had fallen into the mortal dust from the Immortal Court's former Thirty-Three Heavens.
Yun Qing drew a deep breath, yet the awe within his chest refused to subside.
In his still-young life, he believed he had seen plenty of wonders capable of shaking Heavenly Origin.
He had witnessed the mysterious workings of creation as a chaos Dao embryo gestated in the void, the divine light of chaos that annihilated all arts when the Primordial Double Pupils opened and closed, and the magnificent spectacle of myriad Daos ringing in unison and a great river of fortune surging when the Nine Heavens Azure Cloud List opened. He had also personally witnessed his own Brother Huang's supreme bearing as he crushed the Divine Capital beneath his wrath and shattered the sky's canopy with a single finger.
Yet now, personally witnessing a fragment of "heaven" break free of its seal beneath the mortal soil, rise into the firmament, and reveal even a ten-thousandth of its ancient divine splendor-the awe and trembling born of resonance with the Great Dao still struck