Chapter 514 - 451: All Daos of Luo Heaven Pay Respects, Ten Thousand Laws Bow in Homage

BUZZ.

An unprecedentedly clear, free, and vibrant aura surged like a breached dam, instantly piercing through the long-sealed, invisible barrier between the All Marvelous Heaven and the Profound Yellow Origin Realm below! The obstructed Heaven and Earth Spiritual Mechanism and the resonance of the Great Dao fiercely intertwined once more.

The entire All Marvelous Heaven seemed to awaken from a long, stagnant dream. Every wisp of Daoist Intent sang with joy, and every inch of space stretched out in liberation.

The seal was broken!

The awkward predicament of the True Monarchs—trapped in this place with their connection to the Profound Yellow largely severed—finally and completely ended with the collapse of the World Honored One’s contingency plan!

"The seal... it’s opened!"

"I can feel it! It’s the aura of the Profound Yellow! It’s my Daoist ashram!"

"Haha! Fifty years! A full fifty years! Finally..."

After a brief silence within the All Marvelous Heaven, the restrained and suppressed auras of the various True Monarchs simultaneously began to fluctuate. Although they maintained an aloof demeanor on the surface, the fleeting sense of relief and overwhelming eagerness to return flashing deep in their eyes could not be hidden from their peers.

Fifty years was but a fleeting moment for the long-lived True Monarchs, but being forced to remain trapped in a corner, with their connection to their foundational domains severely weakened, was far from a pleasant experience. Now that the shackles were gone, they were like dragons returning to the vast sea and tigers roaring in the deep mountains!

Without much hesitation or exchange of words, these majestic figures—each radiating the fundamental essence of their respective Great Daos—cast one final, complex, and unfathomable glance at the newly ascended Fellow Daoist Primordial. Then, they transformed into Flowing Light, tearing through the newly cleared spatial passages to speed back toward their respective ashrams, Sects, and Grotto Heaven Blessed Lands in the Profound Yellow Origin Realm!

The True Monarchs had returned!

Fifty years of time was half a lifetime for a mortal. Yet for the vast Profound Yellow Origin Realm, losing the direct intervention of these world-controlling giants caused the evolution of its internal landscape to exhibit a peculiar trend of accelerated settling and re-solidification.

Ever since Qi Yun sealed the heavens with a single word and reversed the positions of the Righteous and Demon factions, the loss of direct suppression and mediation from the top-tier powers led to friction, annexation, fusion, and confrontation between the Demon Dao of the Central Earth and the Righteous Dao of the Northwest. However, after the initial chaos and probing, this did not escalate into the anticipated all-out war of mutual destruction. Instead, under a delicate balance of terror and realistic considerations of interest, new boundaries and a new order were gradually drawn.

The Demon Dao occupied the fertile lands of the Central Earth. Although the law of the jungle still prevailed and internal strife was ceaseless, they were exceptionally united when facing the Righteous Dao. Furthermore, due to the underlying deterrent of Qi Yun, their arrogance was unmatched. They expanded and developed aggressively, turning the Central Earth into an impregnable fortress as their demonic prestige grew by the day.

The Righteous Dao retreated to the bitter cold of the Northwest, painfully losing their foundation. Yet, this turned out to be a blessing in disguise. Under the pressure of survival, they were forced to abandon many internal disputes and stale dogmas, becoming more pragmatic and iron-willed. They forcefully carved out a new foundation in that desolate land. Not only did their Daoist legacies survive, but through this tempering, they also exuded an indomitable, death-defying sharpness.

Their hatred and vigilance toward the Demon Dao occupying the Central Earth remained undiminished. However, they mostly lay dormant and gathered strength, their eyes constantly fixed on the southeast, waiting for a certain "variable" that perhaps even they couldn’t clearly define.

At the root of all this balance and order lay a name that no one dared mention lightly, yet was omnipresent—Qi Yun. As long as he did not clearly state his stance, no one dared to truly upend the board and restart the game in the Profound Yellow landscape.

Now, the True Monarchs had returned.

The Champion Scholars of the Central Earth Demon Dao, the titans of the Northwest Righteous Dao, the Dragon Monarchs of the Four Seas Dragon Palace, the Yellow Springs Netherworld... The presiding True Monarchs of these various factions swept the heavens with their Divine Thoughts almost the instant they returned. In a flash, they took in the drastic transformations and shifting landscapes of the past fifty years.

Faced with this newly formed situation, where a single move could affect the entire board, even the Righteous Dao True Monarchs—no matter how deeply unwilling they were to see the Demon Dao occupy the Central Earth—mostly chose silence after slightly deducing heavenly secrets and weighing the pros and cons.

Qingyuan Dao Seeking True Monarch returned to the Sword Pavilion and only issued an edict to his Disciples to "tightly close the mountain gates and deeply study the Sword Dao," without mentioning a single word about the affairs of the Central Earth.

King Saint True Monarch, presiding over the Vast Sacred Land, only sighed and said, "Fortune and misfortune are intertwined; guard your heart and uphold righteousness," before saying no more.

The other Righteous Dao True Monarchs either tacitly accepted the status quo or restrained their subordinates from actively stirring up trouble. Their attitudes were surprisingly unanimous. There was no expected thunderous fury, nor was there a bloody storm of settling old scores.

The Profound Yellow Origin Realm, which had endured turmoil, slaughter, scheming, and struggle for a full fifty years, unexpectedly welcomed a strange sense of tranquility the moment the True Monarchs returned. Because of a higher-level tacit understanding and a shared dread of an unspeakable existence, this peace—though seemingly fragile on the surface—was something that hadn’t been seen in fifty years.

It was as if, after a storm that swept across Heaven and Earth, the dark clouds had finally dispersed. Although the land was devastated and crisscrossed with ravines, the sunlight finally managed to spill down. Amidst the ruins, all living things began to breathe and grow.

A weary, scarred calmness shrouded the wilderness.

Wuji Holy Sect, Cyan Mountain Daoist Temple.

A crystal-clear, freezing pool sat beside an ancient tree of unknown age. Its trunk was twisted like a dragon, yet its branches and leaves were so sparse it was nearly dead. Beneath the tree sat a stone stool.

A figure, dressed in the most ordinary coarse gray Daoist Robe, sat cross-legged on the stone stool. He had a somewhat slender frame, his black hair casually pinned up with a wooden hairpin. His face was tranquil, and his eyes were half-closed.

It was Qi Yun.

This was entirely different from his Supreme image in the All Marvelous Heaven, where his Daoist Intent pierced the sky, iridescent light swirled around his body, and he seemed to be the very incarnation of the Great Dao. At this moment, there was not a single ripple of Magical Power emanating from him, nor the slightest intimidating coercion. Even the swirling, chaotic iridescence in his eyes was completely withdrawn, leaving them as profound as ancient wells, reflecting the sky, the clouds, the withered tree, and the freezing pool. He looked like a true, ordinary Daoist who had grown weary of mortal worldly affairs and secluded himself here.

However, the moment he returned to the Holy Sect, stepped into this place, and sat beneath this withered tree...

SWISH! SWISH! SWISH!

Over ten Communication Talisman lights of varying colors, all containing the majestic will and solemn aura of True Monarchs, appeared accurately in the void before him almost simultaneously, as if by prior agreement.

There were invitations to discuss the Dao from several Demon Dao titan True Monarchs of the Central Earth, worded politely and even carrying an imperceptible hint of flattery and probing. There were visiting cards from the Dragon Monarchs of the Four Seas Dragon Palace, speaking with a respectful tone and subtly expressing a desire for friendship. There were also invitations for tea from somewhere in the Northwest, carrying an obscure and ancient aura...

If any single one of these messages were to leak out, it would be enough to cause a massive uproar in the Profound Yellow Realm, for it represented the proactive goodwill and acknowledgment of a True Monarch standing at the very pinnacle of this world.

Qi Yun didn’t even bat an eyelid. He simply raised his slender right hand slightly and gave a gentle wave toward the dozen or so floating Communication Talisman lights. His movement was casual, like brushing a fallen leaf off his shoulder.

POP! POP! POP!

A series of faint sounds echoed, like bursting bubbles. Those dozen or so True Monarch communications, which any faction would treasure dearly, were simultaneously annihilated and dissipated by his understated wave. They turned into the purest specks of Spiritual Qi light, blending into the surrounding mountain breeze and mist as if they had never existed.

No words were needed, nor were any reasons. A simple action had already made his stance clear.

After doing all this, Qi Yun’s gaze fell back onto the freezing pool before him, watching the reflection of the clouds slowly drift by on the water’s surface.

A moment later, a calm yet clear voice echoed throughout the entire Wuji Holy Sect. Through some profound method, it reached the ears of all the mighty figures who were closely monitoring the movements in this place:

"I have gained some enlightenment and need to enter secluded meditation. Do not disturb me unless there is a major matter."

As his voice fell, no further sound was heard.

The figure in the coarse gray Daoist Robe remained quietly seated beneath the withered tree, blending in with the mountain, the tree, and the pool, forming an eternal picture.

This newly advanced Primordial True Monarch—who had controlled the Profound Yellow for nearly fifty years, beheaded a Buddha with a sword in the West Sea, forcefully ascended in the All Marvelous Heaven, and crushed the World Honored One’s contingency plan with a single move—decisively announced his seclusion on his very first day back, after declining the goodwill and invitations of all the titans.

From then on, he vanished from the sight and perception of almost every Cultivator in the Profound Yellow Realm.

He was like an extremely dazzling meteor that, after tearing through the deepest night sky and leaving the most shocking trajectory, abruptly hid itself within the endless darkness. Only its lingering afterglow and boundless legends remained, echoing in the world for people to look up to and speculate about, yet remaining forever out of reach.

The cyan mountains were silent; the Daoist Temple was secluded.

Beneath the withered, ancient tree, the Daoist’s eyes finally closed, slowly and completely. The outside world’s clamor, probing, awe, and speculation... Everything seemed to be completely isolated the instant those eyes closed.

His Heart and Spirit sank into an infinitely profound and vast place that only he could reach—the innermost core of his Purple Mansion.

It was a miniaturized chaotic Dao Realm naturally derived from his Primordial Daluo Dao Intent, yet it contained infinite possibilities. Earth, water, fire, and wind were born and destroyed here; the sun, moon, and stars rose and fell. The shadows of the Ten Thousand Laws flowed endlessly like light and mist.

And at the very center of this chaotic Dao Realm, quietly floating, was the Magic Technique Panel that had accompanied him through time and space, endured tribulations with him, and ultimately helped him take this final step.

At the very top lay a line of text, its glow exceptionally restrained, yet its Daoist Intent overwhelmingly majestic and surging.

[Primordial Daluo: All Daos in the Luotian Heavens pay their respects; the Ten Thousand Laws bow in homage.]

[1. Forcefully pluck one Dao Fruit]

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