Three days after the World Honored One retreated, the momentum of the great tide of time did not wane; rather, it surged with even greater ferocity. In the Outer Realm void, that ocean of light continuously expanded and churned like a breathing behemoth. Every expansion tore the realm barrier deeper and wider.
The sky of the Profound Yellow Origin Realm was no longer a sky. It had become a Broken mirror crisscrossed with countless rifts. What bled through these rifts was no longer starlight, but the Chaos Color of that ocean of light.
Qi Yun sat cross-legged within the Array Hub of Taixu Hall. The stretch of Great Dao blue sky behind him had solidified by three-tenths from its initially blurry phantom. Within that blue sky, chaos remained undivided, yet the outlines of the sun and moon vaguely appeared. The trajectories of stars flowed, and the nascent forms of mountains and rivers bobbed within the chaos.
