Yu Xuan floated above the pagoda.
Below him, the ancient structure had become the heart of a vast array, its foundation lines spreading through the entire realm like veins of light.
Near him stood Hundun and Sheng Mu.
They did not chant loudly nor did they not perform dramatic gestures.
They merely spoke a few profound words.
And that was enough.
The entire realm trembled.
The great Tree shimmered violently.
From distant leaves and sealed places, dangerous auras began rising one by one.
Observers took position.
Several of them turned part of their senses outward, toward the other side, where faint disturbances had been sensed.
Something was watching back.
A mysterious aura spread through the realm.
The grand formation activated completely.
Trillions of spatial nodes were generated every second, each one searching for something.
Searching for a timeline, for an anchor point.
This was not simply a blessing.
And Yu Xuan was the axis.
