His words fell, three parts tipsy and seven parts carefree, yet they echoed clearly in the depths of every being's true spirit.
Reset karma!
Those two words were even more incomprehensible than his earlier feat of quelling the storm, even more... soul-shaking!
The storm had subsided, and heaven and earth were mending. Was that not the end of it?
Karma-what an elusive, unfathomably profound great dao it was!
It was the cornerstone of the Heavenly Dao's workings, the fundamental law governing the birth and death of all things. How could anyone's strength shake it?
Even the sages locked in savage combat involuntarily faltered.
Within Hongjun's furious will arose a sliver of utterly incredulous bewilderment.
Tongtian, Nuwa, and the others exchanged glances. They, too, had no idea what Gu Changqing intended to do next.
Yet Gu Changqing had no intention of explaining himself to anyone.
He merely lifted the Wine God Gourd again, tipped back his head, and took several deep swigs.
Gulp... gulp...
As the fiery liquor slid down his throat, his already drunken eyes grew still more hazy.
Then, beneath the gaze of countless onlookers, he slowly raised his hands.
There was no earth-shaking aura.
No burst of divine radiance from the laws.
Nor any of the sharpness and dominance of the Sword Dao.
His movements were slow and light, like a mortal scholar wielding a brush and splashing ink, imbued with an indescribable grace.
With both hands before his chest, he began forming mudra seals.
They were seals no one could decipher, no one could comprehend.
Mystery upon mystery, wondrous beyond words.
They seemed to contain the ultimate truths of heaven and earth's first dawning, yet also to expound the secrets of the universe's end.
As he completed his first seal-
Boom...
The entire Primordial World suddenly shuddered!