The turmoil in the Celestial Court rose with surging momentum, only to subside in an instant.
Ever since that day in the West Sea—when a sword had slain a Buddha, a wave of a hand had blotted out the sky, and a single word had sealed the Celestial Court—barely a month had passed. The unprecedented "great calamity" that had nearly swept across the entire Profound Yellow Origin Realm, which would have triggered crusades by myriad Cultivators and drawn the attention of True Monarchs, swiftly dissipated into an almost eerie "calm."
It had arrived like a sky-shattering tsunami and receded like an ebbing tide.
All the turbulence and clamor seemed to quickly return to normal after that dark blue figure before the South Heaven Gate waved his hand, laying down a grand array of Sword Qi that enveloped the entire Celestial Court. The Cultivators dispersed in dismay, each returning to their respective cave dwellings.
