He slowly raised his right hand, spreading his five fingers slightly. In his palm, a faint trace of obscure Daoist Intent—capable of manipulating the universe and tampering with karma—began to circulate and coalesce... It seemed he was about to make a move.
At that moment, the even blurrier conceptual figure on his right gently waved a hand.
"If he fails... then he is not the one we are waiting for..."
Hearing this, the black-clad figure slowly nodded. His raised right hand paused slightly, and the obscure Dao Rhyme coalescing in his palm quietly dissipated.
Below, on the Path to Heaven.
"THUD!"
"THUD!!"
"THUD—!!!"
Qi Yun's footsteps had grown so heavy that every step seemed to drain the last ounce of his strength.
