The moment Qi Yun finished speaking, his will was already in motion.
In the unseen world, the broken Celestial Vault above the Spirit Mountain, the churning Buddha Light and Dao Rhyme, and the distant True Monarch Bodhisattvas watching intently…
All these sights rippled like a reflection in water disturbed by a stone, suddenly blurring and fading away.
In a trance, Qi Yun and the Vidyārāja Bodhisattva opposite him were no longer beneath the shattered sky of the Profound Yellow world.
They had stepped into another plane of existence.
A place of bizarre and motley wonders, one that defied all common sense.
Here, there was no up or down, no past or future—only the most fundamental "Dao" and "Principles" manifesting, surging, and roaring.
