The starry sky.
The Long River of Clear Qi, floating beyond the mother star, slowly recedes, and the Jade Void Palace, with its golden bell suspended before it, also vanishes,
the vast starry sky seeming to return to peace.
Yellow Eyebrow, sealed within the lunar star, feels a chill in his heart—he does not know what transpired in that legendary Taoist Palace,
but he clearly sees the terrifying figures falling from within the Six Paths, each face bearing expressions of horror and confusion.
Obviously, something unimaginable had occurred.
"It's getting more and more chaotic..."
Yellow Eyebrow murmurs, even though he managed to steal part of Maitreya's true rhythm, successfully attaining the level of Daluo—he understands,
his level of Daluo, achieved through opportunism, is entirely different from the true self-attainment of a Daluo, like heaven and earth,
not to mention compared to formidable Daluo like Guang Chengzi and the Innate Five Emperors?
To speak frankly.
