Whoosh...
Clang-
Where he stood, chains of "Heaven and Earth" coiled around him, and the endless Great Dao suppressed him, locking him fast in a place of "nothingness." Every moment, he endured the agony of "erasure by Heaven and Earth, reshaping by the Great Dao."
Yet he was an Immortal Puppet, his will transcending his body.
He regarded his body and all its suffering from a third-person perspective. He could even see through his Dao heart and calmly analyze his every word and deed.
He had held that mouthful of black blood in for far too long, let it settle for far too long.
At last, he spat it out.
Boom!
His entire body shuddered. His gaze seemed to pierce through the ages, through the vast, boundless Eternal Imperial City and the nothingness of primordial chaos. His eyes held an unprecedented resolve, firmer than they had ever been.
"My Eternal Daoist Friends, are you still there?"
"The Dao Ancestor... has returned."
Old Five slowly raised his head. The clarity had faded from his gaze. He was not informing anyone, nor did any immortal voice echo out. It seemed he was speaking to himself, rather than conveying a message or sending a thought.
Above the Eternal Imperial City.
Di Zhao's brow stirred, and his gaze lowered slightly, carrying boundless depth and gravity. What kind of...
His Dao heart sank in an instant, and he stopped himself from thinking further.
Some secluded Immortal Continent in the Cosmic Realm.
The Ten Thousand Clans lived side by side here, their Dao traditions flourishing, their mountains and rivers magnificent and boundless. One glance revealed a place where the Immortal Dao shone with extraordinary brilliance. Even ruins left by True Immortals were not uncommon.
That day, at night.
The great Dao Palaces stirred one after