On the tenth day after the Dao Kings retreated, the sky of the Profound Yellow Origin Realm still had not cleared. The rifts had not healed. Seven tears, like seven blade scars, stretched across the Celestial Vault, cutting the originally intact sky into Broken, shattered fragments.
From within the rifts, the radiance of the ocean of light continued to pour down, shrouding the entire Profound Yellow Origin Realm in an eerie Chaos Color. This was no longer a sky, but a piece of Broken glazed glass that had been crushed by an invisible, giant hand and forcibly pieced back together. Each rift was a wound, and each wound seeped out the Origin Qi of the Profound Yellow Origin Realm.
Inside the Taixu Hall, the light of the Grand Array was even dimmer than ten days ago. The seven-colored pillar of light still shot up into the sky. Dozens of True Monarchs sat cross-legged around it. Many of them wore solemn expressions, a hint of exhaustion revealing itself between their brows.
