Above the Heavenly Mandate, endless cleansing radiance surged and roiled.
It stretched beyond the eye's reach, formed from the gathered essence of an era's Great Dao.
People often said that entering the Dao was difficult—difficult as climbing to the azure heavens.
For the Great Dao was not open to all. Even experts of the Divine Meridian Realm could not come into contact with it, so how could they speak of entering the Dao?
Thus, the Heavenly Mandate came into being.
It was a broad and righteous road leading to the Great Dao. Though arduous and distant, even if ten million stood in the way, I would still press onward.
The Heavenly Mandate was like dazzling stars, like a blazing sun, hanging conspicuously in the vault of heaven whether by day or night.
When the world raised their heads to gaze upon it, that was the goal of their entire lives.
A single Heavenly Mandate symbolized the epitome of an era.
That afternoon, Sect Master Xiao took the lead, followed by several patriarchs, as the True Martial Sacred Sect set out to conquer the Dao Clan.
Xu Zimo did not accompany them. He was not needed for this battle.
From the very beginning, the Dao Clan had never intended to resist. Though Elder Samsara was the Dao Clan's Holy Son, they still handed him over in order to preserve the clan.
At Yan Nan Peak, Xu Zimo stood atop the summit.
A freezing wind swept down from above like blades. He remembered that on the day he had been reborn, he had also stood upon Yan Nan Peak's summit.
Time often felt fleeting. So many things seemed, upon looking back, as though they had happened only yesterday.
He turned around. Elder Samsara's Meridian Gate had been sealed, and he was