"Buzz----"
An unprecedentedly smooth, free, and vibrant "aura," like a floodgate opened, instantly broke through the long-sealed invisible barrier between the All Wonders Heaven and the Xuanhuang Home Realm below!
The blocked spiritual energy of heaven and earth and the connection with the Great Dao surged and intertwined once again!
The entire All Wonders Heaven seemed to awaken from a long and sluggish dream, every wisp of Dao intent resounded with joy, and every inch of space unfolded—a seal was broken!
The predicament of the True Lord being trapped here and having their connections with Xuanhuang largely severed finally came to a complete end with the collapse of the World-Honored One One's backup plan!
The ban has been lifted!
"I sensed it! It's the aura of Xuanhuang! It's my Daoist abode!"
"Haha! Fifty years! A full fifty years! Finally—"
After a brief silence, within the All Wonders Heaven, the suppressed aura emanating from all the True Lord began to fluctuate slightly in unison.
Although he maintained a detached demeanor on the surface, the fleeting sense of relief and longing for home in the depths of his eyes could not escape the perception of those of the same level.
Fifty years is but a fleeting moment for True Lord with a long lifespan, but being forced to confine oneself to a corner and having a weak connection with one's own root is by no means a pleasant feeling.
Now that the shackles are gone, the dragon returns to the sea, and the tiger roars in the mountains!
Without much hesitation or communication, one after another, majestic and vast figures, each imbued with the essence of different Great Daos, cast a final, complex and enigmatic glance at the newly established " Primordial Unity Daoist of Hunyuan," before transforming into Flowing Light. They tore open the newly opened spatial passage and sped back to their respective Daoist temples, sects, and blessed lands in the Xuanhuang Home Realm!
True Lord, return!
Fifty years is half a lifetime for an ordinary person.
However, for the vast Xuanhuang Home Realm, after losing the direct intervention of giants like True Lord, the evolution of its internal structure has instead shown a peculiar trend of accelerated sedimentation and re-solidification.
Since Qi Yun sealed the heavens with a single word, transforming the righteous and demonic paths, the direct suppression and reconciliation by the top-level power has ceased, leading to friction, annexation, integration, and confrontation between the demonic path in the Central Land Plains and the righteous path in the Northwest.
After the initial chaos and probing, it did not escalate into the anticipated all-out war of attrition. Instead, under a delicate balance of terror and realistic considerations of interests, a new boundary and order gradually emerged.
The demonic path occupies the fertile lands of the Central Land. Although it still operates on a law-of-the-fittest basis and engages in endless warfare, it is exceptionally united when facing the righteous path. Furthermore, due to the potential deterrent effect of the Qi Yun, its arrogance is unparalleled. It expands and manages the Central Land on a large scale, making the demonic power as strong as ever.
The righteous path retreated to the harsh northwest, losing its foundation, but this misfortune also brought a blessing in disguise. Under the pressure of survival, it was forced to abandon many internal disputes and outdated dogmas, becoming more pragmatic and ruthless.
They carved out a new foundation in that barren land, and the lineage not only survived but also displayed an indomitable spirit through trials and tribulations.
The spirit of facing death head-on.
Their hatred and vigilance towards the demonic forces that had taken over the Central Land remained undiminished.
But more than anything, it was a period of dormancy and accumulation, their eyes always fixed on the southeast, waiting for—perhaps some kind of "variable" that even they themselves couldn't quite explain.
And all of this "balance" and "order" is subtly intertwined with a name that no one dares to mention easily, yet is omnipresent— Qi Yun.
As long as he doesn't make a clear statement, no one will dare to truly overturn the table and start over in this Xuanhuang situation.
Now, the True Lord have returned.
The leader of the demonic path in the Central Land Plains, the giant of the righteous path in the Northwest, the Dragon Palace of the Four Seas, the Yellow Springs Netherworld — the True Lord who were in charge of various forces—almost immediately upon their return used their divine sense to sweep across the heavens, instantly taking in the changes and transformations of the past fifty years.
Faced with this new situation that has already taken shape and has far-reaching consequences, even the righteous True Lord who still harbor resentment towards the demonic path's occupation of the Central Land mostly chose to remain silent after some deduction of the heavenly secrets and weighing the pros and cons.
When Qingyuan True Lord Wendao returned to the Sword Pavilion, he only issued an order to his disciples to "close the mountain gate tightly and study the Sword Dao," without mentioning anything about the affairs of the Central Land.
When Sage Wang True Lord was stationed at the Hao Ran Holy Land, he only sighed and said, "Misfortune and fortune are interdependent; guard your heart and uphold righteousness," and then said no more.
Other righteous True Lord either acquiesced to the status quo or restrained their disciples from causing trouble, showing a surprisingly consistent attitude.
There was no thunderous fury as expected, no bloody reckoning of old scores.
The Xuanhuang Home Realm, rife with turmoil, slaughter, scheming, and struggle for fifty years, has, at this moment of the True Lord ' return, strangely ushered in a seemingly fragile yet unprecedented situation—one that is both fragile and unprecedented in the past fifty years—due to a higher level of tacit understanding and a shared fear of an unspeakable being.
peaceful.
It was as if after a storm that swept across the land, the dark clouds had dispersed. Although the earth was scarred and crisscrossed with ravines, the sunlight finally shone down, and all things began to breathe and grow amidst the ruins.
A weary, scarred calm enveloped the land.
Wuji Sacred Sect, Green Mountain Daoist Temple.
A crystal-clear, cold pool; an old tree, its trunk gnarled and twisted like a dragon, its branches and leaves sparse and almost dead, that has grown for countless years.
There are stone benches under the tree.
A figure, dressed in the most ordinary gray coarse cloth Daoist robe, with a slightly thin build, his black hair casually tied up with a wooden hairpin, his face calm, his eyes seemingly closed, sat cross-legged on a stone bench.
It was Qi Yun.
This is completely different from the supreme image he had in the All Wonders Heaven, where his Dao intent soared to the heavens, his body was surrounded by colorful energy, and he seemed to be the embodiment of the Great Dao.
At this moment, he possessed no Law Power fluctuations whatsoever, no intimidating aura whatsoever, not even the chaotic colors flowing in his eyes.
Completely restrained, as deep as an ancient well, reflecting the light of the sky and the shadows of clouds, withered trees and cold pools.
Like a true, ordinary Daoist priest who, weary of the hustle and bustle of the world, has built a hermitage here to live in seclusion.
However, the moment he returned to the Holy Sect, stepped into this place, and sat under this withered tree.
"Call out!"
"Call out!"
"Call out!"----
A dozen or so communication talismans, each with a different color but containing the powerful will and solemn aura of a True Lord, appeared precisely in the void in front of him, almost without any discrepancy.
There were invitations to discuss the Dao from several powerful figures in the True Lord path from the Central Land. The invitations were polite, and even carried a hint of subtle flattery and probing.
There was a "visiting invitation" from the Dragon Kings of the Dragon Palace of the Four Seas, written in a respectful tone, implying an intention to make friends.
There was also an invitation to "taste tea" from somewhere in the Northwest, with an air of mystery and antiquity.
Any one of these messages, if it were to slip out, would be enough to cause a huge uproar in the Xuanhuang Realm, representing a True Lord standing at the pinnacle of this realm taking the initiative to show goodwill and recognition.
Qi Yun didn't even lift his eyelids.
He simply raised his withered right hand slightly and waved it gently at the dozen or so floating communication talismans.
The movements were casual, like brushing a fallen leaf off one's shoulder.
"Puff."
"Puff."
"Puff."
A series of soft, bubble-like sounds.
Those dozen or so True Lord messages, which any power would treasure, vanished and dissipated with a single, casual wave of his hand, turning into the purest Spiritual Qi specks that merged into the surrounding mountain winds and mist, as if they had never existed.
not see.
No words are needed, no reason is required.
A simple action has already shown the attitude.
Having done all this, Qi Yun's gaze returned to the cold pool in front of him, watching the cloud shadows slowly drift across the water.
A moment later, a calm yet clear voice resounded throughout the entire Wuji Sacred Sect, reaching the ears of all the powerful figures closely observing the situation through some mysterious means. It slowly rang out. "I have gained some insight and need to go into seclusion for quiet cultivation."
Do not disturb unless it is absolutely necessary.
The sound faded, and then all was silent.
The figure in the gray Daoist robe still sat quietly under the withered tree, becoming one with the mountain, the tree, and the pool, transforming into an eternal scene.
This newly Primordial Unity True Lord, who had controlled the Xuanhuang realm for nearly fifty years, slew the Buddha in the West Sea, powerfully ascended to the All Wonders Heaven, and crushed the World-Honored One Honored One's backup plan with a single move, announced his seclusion on the first day after his return, after declining all the offers of goodwill and invitations from the giants.
From then on, it disappeared from the sight and perception of almost all cultivators in the Xuanhuang Realm.
Like a meteor shining brilliantly, it streaks across the deepest night sky, leaving behind a breathtaking trail, before suddenly disappearing into endless darkness.
Only the lingering afterglow and endless legends remain, echoing in the world, for people to look up to and speculate about, but can never be touched again.
The green mountains are quiet and still, the Daoist temple is secluded and tranquil.
Beneath the withered old tree, the Daoist priest's eyes finally closed slowly and completely.
The noise, probing, awe, and speculation from the outside world—everything seemed to be completely shut out the moment the eyes closed.
His mind sank into the Purple Mansion, a place of infinite depth and vastness that only he could reach, at its very core.
A miniature chaotic realm of Dao, naturally evolved from the Hunyuan Great Luo Dao Intent, yet containing infinite possibilities.
Earth, water, fire, and wind are born and die here; the sun, moon, and stars rise and fall here; the shadows of all things flow endlessly, like light and mist.
And at the very center of this chaotic realm— the Law Technique Panel that accompanied him through time and space, endured tribulations, and ultimately helped him take this final step—was quietly floating.
The top line of text features the most restrained radiance and the most powerful and profound Daoist meaning.
[ The Hunyuan Great Luo: All the Daoist realms of Luo Tian pay homage, and all laws bow in reverence.]
[I. One Dao Fruit can be forcibly harvested]