75: The Way of Heaven awakens, reshaping the world.

Yin and Yang and the Five Elements had departed.

Watching their receding figures, Qing Wu suddenly recalled the outcome of the Dao-Demon conflict.

Facing the siege of so many, Luo Hu was still able to kill several in retaliation and severely injure one.

Thinking about it this way, Luo Hu's strength had truly reached an unimaginable level.

Such an existence was truly dangerous even to look at.

Sending a message in a certain direction, Yuan Feng soon broke through his seclusion.

The two stood side by side, and Qing Wu straightened his sleeves, "It is time to make preparations."

Yuan Feng nodded, looked toward a certain direction, and frowned slightly.

Turning his head to look, Qing Wu nodded in response.

Yuan Feng sighed softly, then activated the divine phoenix plume, separated a single feather, and struck it toward that direction.

...

Zu Long, the First Qilin, and Ling Ming had battled for tens of thousands of years, having exhausted all their trump cards; only life-and-death physical combat remained.

Above the firmament, three figures intertwined and collided, each clash causing the Primordial World to tremble.

Zu Long's dragon body was covered in scars, with most of his cyan-gold scales peeled off, revealing his bloodied, mangled dragon form.

Yet his eyes were clouded by killing intent, his Battle Intent burning even brighter as his dragon claws tore through the Void Realm, bringing forth Chaos astral wind to strike directly at the First Qilin's face.

The First Qilin let out an angry roar, and the auspicious cloud horns atop his head erupted with blinding golden light.

He stomped his front hooves down heavily, charging into Zu Long's attack and forcibly withstanding the blow.

But with a crisp "crack," the jade horns, symbols of auspiciousness, actually cracked, and blood seeped from his amber pupils.

Regardless, he opened his mouth to bite Zu Long's front claw, tearing off a chunk of flesh.

Ling Ming's situation was the most perilous.

His originally colorful thunder feathers were now completely charred black, and his right wing had been burned through by dragon breath, leaving a large hole.

He forced himself to draw upon his final Origin power, causing thunderclouds from the Nine Heavens to gather above his head.

"Purple Heaven Divine Thunder..." His voice was hoarse beyond recognition, yet he still stubbornly summoned the ten-thousand-jun thunder.

Zu Long did not dodge or evade, allowing the thunder to strike his body; he no longer had the strength to avoid this swift lightning.

The Zu Long Pearl hovered above his head, absorbing all the power of the thunder.

"It's useless!" He laughed wildly and spewed dragon breath, the scorching white flames engulfing Ling Ming.

The thunderbird Ling Ming let out a shrill cry, plummeting from the high sky and crashing into the scorched earth, creating a deep pit.

However, the Zu Long Pearl also began to shatter due to absorbing an excessive amount of thunder.

Zu Long was immediately hit by the backlash, golden dragon blood spraying from his mouth and scattering across the Primordial Land.

The three great powerhouses fell from the clouds, and the battlefield fell into an eerie silence.

Suddenly, the entire Primordial Land shook violently.

The East Sea surged with ten-thousand-foot tsunamis, Qilin Cliff developed huge cracks, and the astral wind of the Nine Heavens deviated, entering the Primordial Land to wreak havoc.

Numerous living beings stopped to watch, wanting to see who would ultimately emerge victorious in this tribulation.

As all eyes converged, a certain will above the firmament fully awakened.

In truth, It had been slowly changing all along, but all living beings had instinctively ignored It.

However, as the three clans fought endlessly and their Clan Chiefs battled without pause, the Awakening of this will suddenly accelerated.

The strange changes in the Primordial World began to manifest.

The shattered firmament suddenly solidified, and falling stars froze in mid-air.

The raging astral wind was smoothed out as if by an invisible hand, and the boiling waters of the four seas instantly returned to calm.

At this moment, time seemed to stand still, with only the fluctuations of that will above the firmament growing stronger and stronger.

Countless Laws appeared out of thin air, weaving into a giant net that covered the entire Primordial Land, converging toward that will above the firmament.

Each Law began to change slowly, flowing with the primitive mark of the Heavenly Dao.

"This is..." Zu Long struggled to lift his dragon head, his blood-stained dragon eyes reflecting his palpitations.

A piece of information from the netherworld automatically surfaced in the minds of all living beings.

"The Heavenly Dao... has awakened!"

The First Qilin struggled to prop up his front hooves, his broken jade horns glowing faintly.

He could feel that the Spiritual Veins deep beneath the earth were undergoing a certain essential transformation.

The originally shattered Spiritual Veins began to repair themselves, but the repaired veins presented a brand-new pattern.

Ling Ming lay dying on the scorched earth, but still kept his eyes wide open.

He saw his scattered thunder feathers standing upright, the thunder patterns on each feather reorganizing and evolving into mysterious dao rhyme.

This was the Heavenly Dao reshaping the Laws, a transformation more essential than the tribulation.

A pure white light descended from the Nine Heavens, spilling onto the Primordial Land and stabilizing the shattered world.

In an instant, the entire Primordial Land began to undergo violent changes.

The mountain ranges originally destroyed by the battle were now growing again like bamboo shoots after a spring rain.

Countless dried-up rivers and lakes were also healing at this moment, radiating new vitality.

The chaotic Laws between heaven and earth became clear and orderly.

The sky of the Primordial Land was truly about to change.

Before all living beings could comprehend this new world.

That pure white light suddenly turned dark and gloomy.

In the center of the three clans' battlefield, three streams of black Karmic Obstruction gas, as thick as heavenly pillars, descended from the Void Realm and precisely coiled around the three Clan Chiefs.

Zu Long let out a painful roar, his cyan-gold dragon scales dimming and decaying at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He looked back in horror and discovered that in the four seas, the coiled dragon golden pillars symbolizing the Dragon Clan's Luck had dimmed and were directly annihilated.

The faces of countless vengeful spirits appeared on the surface of the sea; these were all the souls who had died at the hands of the Dragon Clan.

The First Qilin staggered to his knees, and the golden light on his jade horns was eroded inch by inch by the black Karmic Obstruction gas.

The Spiritual Veins of Qilin Cliff wailed, and the auspicious Qi that had originally protected the Qilin Clan reversed into blood-colored Evil Qi.

The resentment of the enemies who had been killed by the First Qilin's own hands now manifested as pitch-black chains, binding him tightly.

The mountain and river qilin seal in his hand, which had condensed countless Luck, was covered in cracks, and the aura of the mountains and rivers vanished into nothingness.

The situation of the Feather Clan was no better.

In Hurricane Canyon, the astral wind of the Nine Heavens became incomparably violent.

The power of Karmic Obstruction was swept up, forming a vortex that began to wreak havoc across the Primordial Land.

The ancestral lands of the three clans underwent strange changes simultaneously.

All living beings in the Primordial Land discovered with horror that the celestial phenomena symbolizing the Luck of the three clans were dissipating.

Replacing them was the heavy power of Karmic Obstruction.

The three clans were, I fear... finished!

But the Clan Chiefs of each clan still did not give up; after realizing their failure, they also suddenly woke up.

There was no time to worry about anything else; preserving the continuation of their clans was the most important thing.

Zu Long let out a wail, dragging his heavily wounded body to soar into the air once again, his dragon roar filled with extreme urgency.

"As long as I can reach that place!"

The First Qilin also stepped out without hesitation, and seeing Ling Ming lying on the ground on the verge of death, he shook his head with a sigh.

"Fellow Daoist, do not blame this poor Daoist for not extending a helping hand; time is truly pressing."

After saying this, the First Qilin left quickly.

In the pool of blood, Ling Ming tried to flap his wings, but found that his wings, pierced by the shackles of Karmic Obstruction, had become incomparably heavy.

The momentum of the Feather Clan's Luck collapsing could no longer be stopped, and he closed his eyes, accepting his fate.

In a trance, Ling Ming heard a familiar voice.

"Old Ancestor..."