Qi Yun sat cross-legged in the void, his aura as deep as the ocean. In the silence, the Daluo Heaven behind him began to slowly spread and expand.
It was an indescribably bizarre sight. Within the nothingness, countless Dao Patterns seemed to weave into a web, unfurling in all directions like spider silk. Each Dao Pattern contained an immeasurable, ancient profound intent. Wherever the Daluo Heaven passed, the void trembled and Laws wavered, as if an independent Daoist Heaven and Earth was descending from the void, intending to bring this Heaven and Earth completely under its control.
The expansion was initially slow, like the melting of a glacier in spring. But in just a few breaths, it transformed into a monstrous flood that swept across all directions, blotting out the sky and the sun.
