The sky, as dark as an abyss, with fierce gusts of wind howling like gods and demons weeping in solitude, able to blow away a grandmaster's Consciousness Spiritual Light, faintly revealing the "traces" of the old era. Like the shaky shadow of an old woman staggering by, and there was a damaged real head bound by iron chains, fluttering like a kite in the fierce gusts of wind, the chains clanging until finally taut.
Only when the "Tao Chain" emerges is there a flash of light, akin to lightning cutting through the ink-like firmament on a rainy night. This is part of the scene above the Nine Heavens, where rules and Order Divine Chains intertwine, locking down a region of blessings and Pure Land above the Night Fog Sea. Below the foundations, the traces of old days oppress the remnants left by creatures beyond the Earth Immortal Level within the wind disaster.
