Immortal light filled the horizon, and ten thousand Daos rose together.
In an instant, the vital currents of every region in the Chaos Sea seemed drawn by that phenomenon. Hundreds of streams of immortal light shattered the void, carving countless rainbow trails through the air. As if stars were flowing upstream, they fell toward that secret realm.
It was the Dao Engraving Gauze Sea.
The drifting sand made no sound, yet reflected the five colors of Heaven and Earth—chaotic and ancient.
From afar, it resembled a boundless sea. Up close, however, it was formed of fragments of worlds flowing, merging, and layering like tides. Every grain of sand was the condensation of a strand of Dao essence; every inch of light was the overflow of Great Dao Markings.
Just moments ago.
A Blue Robe Cultivator arrived at an unhurried pace, purple qi beneath his feet and radiance blooming from his soul.
Rainbow wings spread from his back, and he wore a blue robe. His features were open and clear, yet coldly distinguished. His name was not known to the world; all that was known was that he called himself the "Purple Cloud Tower Master," an ancient immortal from one of the seventy-three heavenly domains within an immortal realm of the Chaos Sea.
Before the words fell, there was neither wind nor sound between Heaven and Earth. Only the glow of the sand grains flowed quietly.
Then he suddenly sensed that something was wrong—
The vault of heaven was no longer bright.
When he raised his head, he saw that the horizon seemed to have collapsed. Endless shadows pressed downward, freezing even the Chaos Immortal Qi. It was not that the sky had darkened, but that—the vault of heaven had been obscured by some boundless, overwhelming power.
At that moment, the