Before Jiepai Pass, the Chaos Dead Zone spread by the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation sank into boundless deathly silence.
A gray sea of swords cleaved heaven from earth. Along its edges, Space Law peeled away layer by layer, crumbled, and was annihilated, finally merging into Destruction Dao Principles and being dragged deeper into the formation.
Here, time lost its measure.
Space no longer offered a path, leaving only a bewildering maze of tangled loops.
Even the Divine Sense of a Daluo Golden Immortal probing within would be shredded into nothingness by the sword qi.
Beyond the dead zone, thirty thousand miles of Violet Qi spread majestically across the eastern horizon.
That Violet Qi was no ordinary rosy radiance. Every wisp held the supreme Dao Resonance of non-action and purity. Wherever it passed, the savage killing intent spilling from the Immortal Slaying Formation was slowly stripped of its edge and dissolved into silence.
A green ox walked upon the Violet Qi, its steps unhurried, each hoof landing precisely on a nexus where myriad Daos converged.
On its back, an old man in a Mystic Robe held a horsetail whisk, his eyes half open. His aura blended naturally with heaven and earth; were he not visible to the naked eye, Divine Sense would have found not the slightest trace of him.
The Taiqing Saint, Taishang Laojun.
He had arrived.
At that same moment, supreme power tore a savage rift through the southern void.
Myriad rays from the Auspicious Cloud Golden Lamp streamed down from the rift. Nine Yuqing Divine Dragons, their scales branded with Heaven-Opening Runes, pulled the Nine Dragon Agarwood Carriage across the void and descended upon this place.
Upon the carriage, Yuanshi Tianzun held the Pangu Banner in his hand, his expression cold and grim, the killing intent in his