A thousand years later.
In the deepest reaches of the Yang Immortal Abyss, outside the Great World of Ten Thousand Immortals.
Chaos surged through a boundless expanse.
The domain membrane that Li Yang had once cleaved apart with a single sword strike had long since vanished.
In its place were countless sealing chains condensed from the power of the Heavenly Dao.
The chains converged from every direction, winding, weaving, and interlocking to seal the entire Great World of Ten Thousand Immortals tight.
Each chain was as thick as a pillar holding up the heavens, with Nine Colors flowing across it—the power of the Heavenly Dao Will of the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands.
Chu Mu was dead, and the Nine Provinces Heavenly Dao had regained control.
But the Great World of Ten Thousand Immortals was a world that violated the rules. It could not devour it, only make it Li Yang's burial ground.
Just as before, any living being above Spirit Transformation who approached would be blasted to death by the Great World of Ten Thousand Immortals' own rules and restrictive seals.
Only Heavenly Prodigies could approach.
But approaching was all they could do. They could not break through the Heavenly Dao's chains and enter.
Until this day.
From the depths of chaos, a peculiar compass came cutting through the void.
The compass was enormous, a full ten thousand zhang across, and crowded with this era's renowned Heavenly Prodigies from every province except Demon Savage Province.
The entire compass had been carved from a kind of black-and-yellow ancient wood, its surface densely engraved with star patterns and trigrams.
At their head stood a young man in blue robes, handsome and refined, his aura restrained.
An exceedingly peculiar aura lingered around him.
That aura was perfectly harmonious and seamless. Without seeing