Ripples in the laws of the Heavenly Dao grew increasingly violent, as if a massive boulder had been cast into a calm lake, stirring up wave after wave. Ancestor Hongjun stood before Zixiao Palace, gazing at the ever-expanding dark shadows on the western horizon, his expression turning grave. With a soft sigh, he flicked a finger. A streak of golden light cut through the void, flying directly toward the cultivation retreats of the Six Sages.
Far away in the Bajing Palace, Laozi was sitting in meditation upon his mat, surrounded by profound Daoist rhythms. Suddenly, a beam of golden light sank into the center of his brow. Laozi gave a slight start and slowly opened his eyes, a flicker of surprise passing through them. "The Ancestor’s summons? To lift our restriction? It seems the situation is truly dire." He brushed his Green Ox gently and rode a propitious cloud toward Zixiao Palace.
Within Biyou Palace, Master Tongtian held the Four Swords of Executing Immortals, contemplating the mysteries of the Sword Dao. The moment the golden light descended, his expression sharpened, and a fierce fighting spirit ignited in his eyes. "Finally, I am permitted to leave? I shall see which insignificant vermin dares to invade my Primordial World!" With that, the four swords transformed into four streaks of light, soaring into the sky with boundless sword intent.
Chapter 201