On the third day after the World-Honored One departed, the tide of Great Tide of Time not only did not weaken, but instead surged even more fiercely.
In the outer void, the ocean of light continued to expand and surge, like a colossal creature breathing, each expansion tearing the boundary wall deeper and wider.
The sky in the Xuanhuang Home Realm is no longer the sky.
It turned into a shattered mirror, with countless cracks crisscrossing it. What shone through the cracks was no longer starlight, but the chaotic colors of an ocean of light.
Qi Yun sat cross-legged in the center of the Great Void Hall array, and the Great Dao Azure Sky behind him had solidified from its initial blurry phantom image by three-tenths.
In the vast blue sky, before the chaos was fully formed, the outlines of the sun and moon could be seen, the trajectories of stars could be seen, and the rudiments of mountains and rivers could be seen rising and falling in the chaos.
After taking his turn, True Lord Qingyuan sat in a side hall of the Great Void Hall to meditate.
His face was somewhat pale, but the Sword Intent in his eyes was even more refined than before.
Although he only lent the Great Dao to the great formation in that battle, personally experiencing the impact of the power of the Dao King level was a rare experience for him.
"Fellow Daoist Qingyuan." Sage Wang True Lord walked over from the other side, holding a scroll of bamboo slips in his hands. The bamboo slips were densely filled with data on the operation of the great formation. "The consumption of the great formation is greater than expected."
At this rate, we might not be able to hold on for more than three months.
True Lord Qingyuan remained silent for a moment.
"Three months—that's enough," he said slowly. "The peak of the great Great Tide of Time will not exceed three months."
Either they conquer Xuanhuang within three months.
"Either the tide goes out, and they retreat."
"But can we really hold out for three months?" Sage Wang True Lord asked solemnly.
True Lord Qingyuan's eyes flickered slightly, but he remained silent.
They all knew it in their hearts.
If they cannot break through, the Dao King will surely descend in person at any cost.
By then----
Outside the hall, another rift tore open in the sky. This time, it wasn't golden Buddhist light, but a dark red.
The dark red color resembled congealed blood, thick and sticky, exuding a nauseating, putrid stench.
Amidst the crimson hue, countless twisted faces could be vaguely seen wailing and struggling—a sea of the Blood Sea formed from the resentment of all beings who had met untimely deaths throughout the ages.
Qi Yun opened his eyes and looked at the dark red light.
"Second place," he muttered to himself.
Within the crimson darkness, no hand reached out, no sound emanated. Only a gaze, cold and greedy, held a thirst that had gnawed for millennia.
It "looks" at the Xuanhuang as if it were looking at a feast that has been waiting for countless years.
Qi Yun did not make a move, because the dark red figure was merely observing and did not attempt to intrude.
Ignoring the dark red, Qi Yun closed his eyes again and focused his mind on the blue sky behind him.
That clear sky was his true trump card.
On the fifth day, another tear appeared.
This time, it was bluish-gray.
That bluish-gray hue was like the cold glint of a sword, sharp and chilling, carrying a resolute determination to cut everything off.
In the bluish-gray, there were no eyes, no breath, only a sword—an ancient sword phantom that spanned heaven and earth.
The sword was not drawn, but its Sword Intent had already pierced through the boundary wall, the great formation, and the dome of the Great Void Hall, landing directly in the hearts of every sword cultivator.
True Lord Qingyuan suddenly stood up, his expression changing drastically.
The ancient sword at his waist emitted a piercing hum. "This is—" His voice trembled slightly.
" The Sword Dao King." Qi Yun's voice emanated from the center of the formation, calm and undisturbed. "Don't panic, he's just observing."
What are you looking at?
"Look at Qi's sword."
True Lord Qingyuan remained silent.
That Sword Dao King wasn't searching for Xuanhuang's weaknesses, but rather scrutinizing Qi Yun.
Examine his Sword Dao, examine whether he is worthy of being your opponent.
"Interesting," Qi Yun chuckled softly.
He unleashed his Sword Intent without reservation, facing off against the bluish-gray Sword Intent from afar.
The two Sword Intent met in mid-air, without colliding or clashing; they merely glanced at each other before retreating.
The bluish-gray crack slowly closed. The phantom of the ancient sword also gradually dissipated, as if it had never existed.
True Lord Qingyuan let out a long sigh of relief, only to find that his back was soaked with cold sweat.
On the seventh day, the number of cracks increased to seven.
Seven colors: golden yellow, dark red, bluish-gray, pitch black, pale white, dark blue, and purplish-gold; seven gazes; seven Dao King.
They floated silently in the depths of the ocean of light, watching over the Xuanhuang.
There was no communication, no probing, just waiting.
The atmosphere inside the hall grew increasingly oppressive.
Every True Lord could feel the weight of those seven gazes; they were like seven mountains pressing down on everyone's hearts.
"Fellow Daoists," Qi Yun's voice suddenly rang out, "There's no need to be nervous. If they could get in, they would have already."
The True Lord exchanged bewildered glances.
Qi Yun withdrew his gaze and poured more power into the great formation, making the seven-colored light pillar even more intense.
The blue sky was solidifying at a visible speed—the sun and moon were clearer, the stars were brighter, and the outlines of mountains and rivers were more distinct.
On the tenth day, the True Lord Contemplating the One arrived.
It wasn't the real body, but a message.
The token trembled slightly at Qi Yun's waist, and a thought entered his mind, "Do you need any help?"
Qi Yun remained silent for a moment, then replied with a single word, "No."
The token did not light up again.
Qi Yun did not delve deeper; the thoughts of the True Lord Contemplating the One were not something he could fully comprehend at present.
But once he masters the [ Primordial Unity ] Dao, nothing will be a threat.
On the fifteenth day, the momentum of the Great Tide of Time reached a new height.
The surging of the Ocean of Light became more violent, and the cracks in the boundary wall tripled in just half a day.
The seven gazes became clearer and closer, as if they would step out from the crack at any moment.
Qi Yun knew he couldn't wait any longer.
"Fellow Daoists," his voice echoed in the Great Void Hall, "Next, I, Qi, will fully activate the great formation."
At that time, the energy consumption of the formation will increase several times over.
Fellow Daoists, if you cannot hold on any longer, please speak up immediately; do not try to tough it out.
"Rest assured, Primordial Unity Daoist Hunyuan," True Lord Qingyuan said in a deep voice, "We understand."
Qi Yun nodded slightly and said no more.
He closed his eyes and focused all his attention on the blue sky behind him.
That patch of blue sky was now seventy percent solidified. The sun and moon Lunzhuan, the stars twinkled, and the outlines of mountains and rivers were clearly visible.
Only one final step remains to make this clear blue sky a complete reality, rather than just a mirage.
Qi Yun a deep breath and pushed the [ Primordial Unity ] Dao to its limit.
Around him, chaotic colorful energy surged wildly like boiling magma, and behind him, the azure sky began to tremble violently, with countless fine cracks appearing at its edges, as if it were about to collapse at any moment.
"Give me—Condensate!"
Qi Yun let out a low shout, exhaling a breath of Primordial Unity energy that disappeared into the azure sky.
"Boom-!!!"
Suddenly, the blue sky shone brightly!
The radiance was so intense that it overwhelmed the seven-colored pillars of light of the great formation, the chaotic colors emanating from the crack in the sky, and even the gazes of the seven Dao King.
The entire Xuanhuang Home Realm was illuminated in this instant!
The blue sky solidified.
It is not a phantom, not a projection, but a real, independent world with its own way and order.
It hovered behind Qi Yun, like an open canopy, enveloping the entire Great Void Hall, the entire Wuji Sacred Sect, and even the entire Central Land.
In the clear blue sky, the sun and moon Lunzhuan, the stars twinkle, and the mountains and rivers flow ceaselessly.
There is wind, rain, thunder, and lightning. There is the changing of the seasons, and the cycle of birth and death of all things.
This is a complete world, a world based on the [ Primordial Unity ] Dao of Qi Yun and Principle by his will.
"This is—" True Lord Qingyuan's eyes widened.
Qi Yun slowly opened his eyes. The color in his eyes had faded, replaced by a bottomless chaos. Within that chaos were the reflections of the sun, moon, and stars, the outlines of mountains and rivers, and all the sights of his world under the blue sky.
At the same time.
In the All Wonders Heaven, the two characters [ Primordial Unity ], personally carved by Qi Yun, shone brightly, and the colorful aura emanating from them gradually spread.
It's like adding a drop of color to a glass of clear water!
Above the sky, the golden crack suddenly widened!
Two Buddha hands simultaneously reached in, palms facing each other, and slammed together fiercely towards the seven-colored pillar of light!
"Boom-!!!"
The seven-colored beam of light trembled violently, and countless fine cracks appeared on its surface.
The array patterns flickered erratically, and dozens of True Lord groaned in unison, blood trickling from the corners of their mouths.
The World-Honored One has made his move. It's not a test, but a real attack.
Qi Yun remained calm. He raised his hand and gently pressed down on the two Buddha hands.
"Buzz"
The blue sky behind him suddenly expanded!
The azure sky transformed into a gigantic hand that blotted out the sun, and slammed down fiercely towards the two Buddha hands!
The hand of heaven clashed with the hand of Buddha!
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The sky shattered, and the void collapsed!
The two Buddha hands were sent flying backward by the hand of the Azure Sky, their Buddha light dimmed, and the swastika Buddha seal on their palms flickered!
The World-Honored One's voice came, still calm, but with a hint of slight surprise. "Oh? This is—"
The World-Honored One was not given a chance to catch his breath.
The Azure Heaven Hand struck down again, this time not one, but two. Two Azure Heaven Hands reached out simultaneously, one on the left and one on the right, firmly clamping down on the World-Honored One's two hands!
"Receive!"
Qi Yun a low shout. The two Azure Heaven Hands exerted their strength suddenly, forcefully pulling the two Buddha hands out of the crack!
The Buddha's hands struggled violently, their light burning wildly. But under the grip of the Azure Heaven's hand, their struggles grew weaker and weaker, more and more powerless.
Finally, the two Buddha hands exploded simultaneously, transforming into a shower of golden light that dissipated into the void.
The World-Honored One's will was forced to retreat.
They didn't leave voluntarily.
Instead, Qi Yun forcefully pushed them back.
Above the sky, the golden crack slowly closed. At the same moment, the other six cracks trembled slightly, and for the first time, the gazes of those Dao King changed.
Examine.
They re-examined Qi Yun, re-examined his strength, and re-examined his threat.
Qi Yun ignored those gazes. He simply sat cross-legged quietly at the center of the formation, the azure sky behind him slowly rotating, radiating supreme majesty that suppressed all laws.
"Who else?" he asked calmly, his voice not loud, yet clearly penetrating every crack.
Above the sky, all was deathly silent.