An intangible Heavenly Dao framework shrouded the Primordial World, the rhythm of a shepherd's flute combed through primordial qi, fishing lines of karma defined order, and monkey-eyes of spacetime anchored existence. The newly born sun and moon revolved steadily, and the world was filled with a fragile, hard-won sense of stability born of surviving a great catastrophe. Nezha clutched the Heavenly Book of Dao-Slaying, standing at the edge of the dead, silent Guixu, his Wind and Fire Wheels cold and motionless. He gazed toward the Primordial World where the light of the newborn sun remained constant, yet it could not dispel the heavy chill accumulated in his heart. The monkey had transformed into the Dao to monitor heaven and earth, Yang Jian had become a monument to eternally guard the firmament, the Xiaotian Hound had turned into a lotus to seal Guixu, and Luohou had morphed into chains to imprison the treasure vessel... Every sacrifice had turned into cold frameworks and seals. The Chaos Dao Charm within the Heavenly Book he held inward was restrained, as if it, too, had fallen into a deep slumber.
Just as heaven and earth were newly settled and all sounds were still—
"Whoosh..."
Chapter 497