The Microcosmic Cave Heaven.
A milky-white brilliance spread out like a frozen sea of clouds. There was no sun or moon—only the magnificent Light Appearance haloing the head of the Great Sun Purple Extreme True Monarch, illuminating this small world until it was as clear as glazed glass.
Qi Yun stood thirty feet away.
He lowered his gaze, staring at his palm.
The strand of bright yellow light, born from the Refinement of the Grand Emperor Profound Vault Dao Foundation, now rested quietly in the deepest part of the Spirit Vein in his palm.
It showed no sharp edge.
It revealed no killing intent.
It even flowed as docilely as ordinary Magical Power.
He raised his eyes.
He looked at the Great Sun Purple Extreme True Monarch, who stood thirty feet away with his hands behind his back, bathed in Infinite Light.
"Fellow Daoist."
He spoke. His voice wasn't loud, but it was like the first chime of a bell in a temple that had stood silent for millennia.
"It's about to begin."
