In the Great Chaos.
The Dao Fruits had ceased their battle. They all gathered silently around the massive Chaos Chessboard, either staring at the incomparably brilliant, pure-white piece on the board or at the extra Great Dao Meditation Mat that had appeared.
"How interesting."
Houtu's brow furrowed. Her Divine Robe danced and swirled in the chaotic tides, her Dao Rhyme extraordinary.
She mused aloud,
"A single piece, placed by that unknown person from before. I cannot see its origin, but the brilliance of this piece surpasses any that we have placed before."
The Blind Daoist was also clearly shocked and uncertain. Staring at the pure-white piece, he said,
"It is far too brilliant, outshining the pieces formed from the God-Sealing Years and the Years of the Westward Journey. Yet, looking through all of Ancient History, there has never been a grand event that could have formed such a piece."
He paused, thinking deeply.
