South Heaven Gate Outside, there was dead silence.
Time seems to be frozen, and space has lost its meaning.
Yin Jiao was half-kneeling on the ground, and the Xuanyuan Sword that had once gathered the entire Humanity Fortune was now dim. The sword was thrust diagonally into the white jade floor tile in front of him.
He didn't look at the broken chain.
Nor did he feel the terrifying pressure that suddenly relaxed one-tenth.
His head was slowly raised in an extremely stiff posture, and his gaze crossed the boundary of Thirty-Three Heavens and turned to the distant Eastern Primordial World.
There, a "Floating Island Island" with a radius of 100 feet is floating quietly.
It looks so small, so harmless.
But it was it that made the gray chain that was weighing down the entire Heavenly Court breathless snap.
"What... is that?"
Wen Zhong's voice is hoarse and dry, like two rusty iron pieces rubbing against each other.
The divine eyes on his forehead were covered with bloodshot eyes, and what was reflected in them was no longer the flow of laws, nor the traces of enemies, but pure and incomprehensible confusion.
No one can answer him.
Huang Feihu, Four Generals of the Mo Family, as well as the great warriors Shang Army and Heavenly Court Immortals and Gods who survived tens of thousands of catastrophes, are all like clay statues, maintaining a fighting posture, but Divine Soul has already drifted away from Nine Heavens.
What did they see?
A world was thrown in from outside Chaos like a hidden weapon.
Then, it shrunk.
Then, it was placed gently on the shore of the East Sea like a potted plant.
In the whole process, there was no earth-shattering collision of Law, and no roar of Great Dao sounds.
There is only an almost absurd, unreasonable calmness.
It was as if a supreme being had a perfectly placed rockery stone in his back garden.
Daoist Temple Courtyard.
Gu Changqing looked away from the newly added "Bonsai" in the distance.
He frowned slightly.
"It's still a bit too rough."
He talked to himself.
Although this "Floating Island island" compressed from Parallel Earth Universe has taken shape, the remaining silence and Decay aura on it still silently tells the story of the demise of a world.
Twilight and gloomy.
Lifeless.
This was incompatible with the quiet, natural and vibrant atmosphere around him Daoist Temple.
"Dead things should look like dead things."
Gu Changqing's gaze fell on the core of "Bonsai".
There, Heavenly Dao Will, who was so weak that only pure fear and instinct remained, was still making its final, meaningless struggle.
It is the source of that "twilight air".
Gu Changqing doesn't even bother to target it.
His Daoist Temple is located here.
This in itself is a declaration.
His "reason" has already turned this area into an absolute realm.
Any existence that does not conform to his "reason" will have its own existence corrected and wiped out if it steps here.
Buzz--
An invisible coercion spread from the seemingly ordinary Cyan Stone Daoist Temple.
That's not power, and it's not Law.
That is one kind of "existence" covering another kind of "existence".
It is the "Tao" of Mythic Great Luo, and the "reason" of Heavenly Dao is broken by one party.
At the core of that hundred-foot-long island, that weak will could not even utter a cry.
It is like a drop of ink dripping into the boundless ocean.
It was instantly diluted, assimilated, and all traces of existence were completely erased.
From the past to the future.
Everything Karma it represents, and all the information it carries, return to nothingness.
As Heavenly Dao Will dissipated, the entire "Floating Island Island" trembled suddenly.
The remaining shadows of Mountains and Rivers, Rivers and the continental shelf began to collapse and disintegrate, turning into the purest Origin particles.
The last remains of a Universe turned into a ball of light Chaos.
Gu Changqing looked at this group of light, like a picky artist examining his own work.
"Too bright will dazzle the eyes."
He stretched out a finger and pointed it lightly at the ball of light.
Fingertips fell, Word-Manifested Law.
The bursting, uncontrollable Origin light began to collapse inward in an instant.
All light and heat, all Energy Storm, were forcibly compressed and condensed by an irresistible will.
The light changed from dazzling white, to warm yellow, and then to deep gold.
The size is also shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye.
From one hundred feet, to ten feet, to one foot...
In the end, all the noise and fury come to one point.
The sky of the Primordial World Above the sky.
South Heaven Gate Under the gaze of all Immortals and Gods.
"Stars", which is the size of a fist and has a warm, bright golden color throughout, quietly takes shape.
It no longer emits any energy, nor does it have any Law fluctuations.
It just shines quietly, the light is soft, penetrating the clouds and mist of Thirty-Three Heavens, and spreading to the Primordial World earth.
Inside this Stars, there seem to be some extremely complex textures that look like crystal veins.
That is the eternal mark left by the parallel Universe galaxy, the former Great Dao, which was forcibly solidified.
A tombstone of Universe.
A world of amber.
"Well, it's much more pleasing to the eye."
Gu Changqing nodded with satisfaction.
He flipped his wrist and put away the sapphire fishing rod.
He waved his hand casually.
The newly born golden Stars was pulled by the invisible force and slowly rose into the sky, passing over Thirty-Three Heavens and coming under Primordial World Heaven and Earth Fetal Membrane, alongside the billions of Stars.
No.
Not a parallel.
When it appeared, even the brilliance of Sun Star and Taiyin Star retreated slightly in front of it.
It has become the most unique and dazzling one in this piece of Starry Sky.
As if it was born and should be there.
South Heaven Gate ago.
Yin Jiao's Adam's apple rolled violently.
He looked at the golden Stars hanging high in the sky, looking at the radiance that it shed with the warmth of A Trace, a kind of chill that came from the depths of Divine Soul, but climbed crazily up his spine.
He understood.
No.
He thought he understood, but he hoped he was crazy.
This is not a fight.
This is not a break.
This...
It was an "embellishment" that he couldn't understand, imagine, or even describe.
Some people think the sky of the Primordial World is a bit monotonous.
So, he grabbed a world from Chaos.
Crush it, burn it dry, and polish it into a star that you like.
Then, hung up.
"Click... click..."
South Heaven Gate On the huge plaque, the cracks that had stopped expanding due to the sudden decrease in chain pressure were making an even denser, overwhelming cracking sound.
This time, it's not because of external forces.
But because, all the Immortals and Gods who maintain the big formation, their Dao Heart...
At this moment, a rift appeared in the collective.