Daluo Heaven.
The primal chaos currents slowly spiraled, being born and extinguished like an eternal river. This was the foundation of Qi Yun's Great Dao, Commanding All Skills and encompassing everything.
At this moment, however, it slightly "boiled" because of one object.
The phantom of an ancient scripture—purplish-gold in color, made of neither silk nor leather, and flowing with a True Monarch's Supreme Dao Rhyme—suspended quietly above the chaos in the center of the Secret Realm. Beyond the scripture, the soft golden light that it firmly sealed faintly seeped out, exuding an alluring yet dangerous aura.
The entire scripture slowly "breathed" as if it had a life of its own. Every character seemed like a closed eye, guarding the secret at its core.
Qi Yun sat cross-legged opposite the scripture, his gaze as heavy and calm as a chilling deep pool. With a shift of his Heart Thought, a Sword Thread of chaotic gray, condensed to the extreme, shot out!
"SWISH!"
