The Gate of Guixu remained tightly shut, the lingering auditory illusion of Pangu splitting the heavens fading away slowly like a heavy sigh under the dim light of the newly born rotational starry firmament. The isolated island in the canyon was wrapped in a dead silence, with only the embers of chaotic stillness surging beneath their feet. Holding the youth formed from the Xiaotian Hound—whose breath was severed, leaving only a trace of a weak primordial spirit—Yang Jian had icy fingertips, and his dim Heavenly Eye reflected that eternal gate of ending. Leaning on the Ruyi Jingu Bang, Sun Wukong stared fixedly at the door panels, his Fiery Eyes of Truth filled with the lingering echoes of the Demonic Ape's final roar of release and the cold, destined chill brought by the two words "Shattered Firmament" on the list. The scattered mists of the Somersault Cloud drifted powerlessly beside his feet.
The youthful Luohou stood upon the Lotus Platform, the Finger Bone of the Genesis Primordial Spirit at his fingertips glowing with a secluded, shifting light. Coldness and wariness intertwined in his narrow eyes as they locked onto the Gate of Guixu, as if he intended to pierce through those dead doors and peer into the secrets of Samsara bred within.
Just as this ending echo and the newborn silence stood in confrontation—
Chapter 452