Grandpa, times have changed.

Moonlight poured down, and starlight danced.

Like a gentle stream, like a clear spring, the radiant, colorful energy that spreads outwards is melted and forged into bricks and tiles that shimmer with starlight and flow with inscriptions, which then gently float down onto the Star Ancestor's Hall, which is already mostly completed on the mountaintop.

The art of "weapon forging" today has evolved with the times and is far more advanced than it once was.

What used to take nearly ten thousand top weapon refiners a hundred years to accomplish, can now be done by just a few dozen weapon refinement masters.

The gap is not huge.

As times move forward and the world changes, those who have lived through the past and are now living in the present can feel it more deeply.

Then one could see a line of dozens of weapon-refining masters.

The woman who oversaw the construction of the Star Ancestor Temple was exceptionally beautiful.

With bright eyes and white teeth, and skin as white as snow, she appeared almost transparent when illuminated by that divine light.

Her figure appeared slender, and her clothes fluttered gently in the wind, adding to her delicate and fragile appearance.

Master of the Pure Moon Sect, Ruoqing.

Although she gives the impression of being just a delicate young girl, she is actually a renowned weapon-forging master from ancient times.

Before the decisive battle between the human race and the Cang race, she was already a Dao-Merging Venerable.

When she was born, the first person of the human race to attain enlightenment, Xu Xing, had not yet achieved enlightenment.

She even participated in the forging of the Sword Ancestor Hall and the inner sect continent of the Sword Sect.

At the same time, he also founded [Jingyue] in this era, and is among the wealthiest group of Dao Lords of the Tai Xuan Realm.

Gazing at the gradually perfecting Star Ancestor Hall.

Ruoqing's mind controlled the flow of every ray of starlight and every strand of moonlight.

Under her and many other weapon refiners' control, the massive and profound earth veins of the central continent gradually connected with the Star Ancestor Palace before them.

Gradually, a bluish-gray hue appeared on the horizon.

The Star Ancestor Hall is only one step away from completion.

"almost."

Upon hearing this, the weapon-refining masters all stopped what they were doing, and the seven-colored light they had created by jointly activating their supernatural powers gradually dissipated.

Ruoqing then put her two fingers together, and a bright, golden-white flame appeared at the tip of her finger. With a gentle lift of her right hand, that flame was instantly stretched into a thin, golden-white line of fire.

Like dust, like fine sand, the faint light flickered and danced.

The fire line stretched infinitely at one end, traversing a vast distance in the blink of an eye, disappearing into the distant, bluish-gray sky where it appeared.

The golden-white flames invaded another dimension, connecting with the yet-to-rise, eternally unique 'Yang' that exists simultaneously in the past, present, and future.

The radiant sun, with boundless divine power.

This is the 'Yang' of the Tai Xuan Realm.

Its status surpasses that of Dongzhen, and even the 'Dao soldiers' forged by Dao slaves, second only to those who have attained the Dao.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that he is the ancestor of all the Yang realms.
With a flick of the fire line, the brilliant true meaning of 'Yang' was drawn out, transforming into a blazing stream of fire that coiled around the golden-white fire line at Ruoqing's fingertip, extending from an inaccessible realm into the mortal world.

The flames blazed brightly, like the rising sun.

A streak of fire ignited the sky, instantly illuminating most of the night.

Whether it be starlight or moonlight, they all appear dim and lackluster under the brilliant illumination of the true meaning of 'yang'.

The night sky, dotted with stars and with a solitary moon hanging in the sky, turned into daylight at this moment, and the world was filled with magnificence!
"go."

If you tilt your right hand and make a stroke, the other end of the golden-white fire line will detach from your fingertip and connect to the mountaintop.

The palace of true immortals must contain billions of earth veins, accommodate the primordial energy, use the moonlight and starlight as bricks and tiles, and be forged with the true meaning of 'yang' in order to receive the blessings of heaven and earth and bless all directions.

The fiery stream, entwined with the flames, swept across the sky.

As it approached the Sword Sect, the spiritual energy drifting in the void boiled over due to the scorching and violent true meaning of 'Yang,' and even the golden-white fire line seemed to be melting. Finally, the winding stream of fire landed on the Star Ancestor's Hall, which was just one step away from being reached.

boom!
A burst of flames erupted, engulfing the entire hall in flames, with a seven-colored halo shooting into the sky, instantly rising nearly a hundred feet high.

It was only through the combined efforts of several Dongzhen weapon refiners that its continued rise was stopped.

at the same time.

the other side.

Xu Xing had appeared in front of the Sword Ancestor's Hall without anyone noticing.

His eyes reflected the blazing flames and the seven-colored halo that rose nearly a hundred feet high.

He could sense that the starlight and moonlight, as well as the earth's vein energy, were all different materials that were gradually merging under the scorching heat of the true meaning of "Yang," complementing and perfecting each other.

From the perspective of the True Immortals, seven nodes can be seen distributed throughout the central continent, echoing each other while influencing the entire Tai Xuan Realm.

However, at this moment, a brand new 'node' is being generated.

As the earth's veins surged and converged, and the flow of fortune shifted and gathered, there was a sense of both heaviness and lightness, ethereal yet solid, encompassing all phenomena of the universe. The strange existence of all concepts in the world flowed toward a new 'node'.

God willing.

A portion of the will of Heaven, which humanity has suppressed, is flowing toward the 'new node' that is about to be built.

"It's time to take action."

Xu Xing raised his right hand and pointed his fingers like a sword.

If we let fate flow to a new point on its own, it would be impossible in less than three or four hundred years.

He needs to speed up this process.

A tiny red light appears at your fingertip, and you make a gentle swipe!
hum~
A ray of red light disappeared into the darkness, invading another dimension.

The world was peaceful and undisturbed.

However, the high-level cultivators still in the Central Continent noticed something.

As far as the Daoists are concerned, they can vaguely sense that a change is taking place that could affect the entire world, but they have no idea what it is.

As for those who have reached the Profound Realm, they perceive more than those who have reached the Dao, and can clearly sense that the source of the changes is deep within the Central Continent.

Only the true understanding.

They immediately discovered that the source of the change was in the central continent.

They also sensed an invisible hand appearing inexplicably deep within the Central Continent, in the locations of various immortal sects, stirring a massive, heavy yet ethereal and elusive strange entity, directing it towards the Sword Sect.

"Is this the 'divine will' that has been suppressed all along...?"

In front of the Sword Master's Hall.

Chen Huan gazed into the distance, sensing the direction of the myriad earth veins and the flow of the Tai Xuan Qi. He also saw the Heavenly Will that Xu Xing had diverted and was flowing towards him from the depths of the Central Continent.

One 'shackle' after another is being placed upon me.

weight!
It's unbelievably heavy!

Any one of these attacks would be enough to crush Dongzhen, causing Tongxuan to die and his Dao to vanish.

Even though she is now a true immortal, she still feels like she can't bear it and can't breathe under these heavy shackles.

The scope of one's own path and the reach of true immortal power begins to shrink little by little as the will of heaven flows toward them.

Even speaking has become somewhat difficult.

"This feeling... is really not your average kind of uncomfortable."

It's hard to imagine the immense pressure they had to endure when the will of Heaven split into seven.

The senior brother, burdened by the will of Heaven yet still stationed on the front lines, must bear immense pressure. (End of Chapter)