"Then there's nothing more to say."
Lord Lao Zi of the Great Monad, who had been sitting with his eyes closed, seemingly indifferent to everything, slowly opened his eyes, which seemed to contain the mysteries of the universe's creation and destruction.
He gently flicked the horsetail whisk in his hand, and in an instant, the dao virtue's pure light of non-action erupted from the strands of the whisk, merging into the void and disappearing from sight.
"Notify all the Daoist Masters in the Primordial, treating it as the last military drill before the battle."
Taishang's voice, calm as an ancient well, nonetheless carried an undeniable authority.
"Let's see what new tricks these peaceful Divine can play on the Ten Thousand Realms Battlefield."
...
Taiwei Heavenly Court.
The Thirty-Three Divine of the Heavenly Dao Committee, the 365 Star Lords, and countless Taiwei Holy beings, masters of their respective Great Thousand Universes, were all gathered here.
