While the sky remained covered in darkness, blocking the view of mortals and ordinary cultivators—
The true cause of the turmoil was hidden beyond their sight.
CRRREEEAAAAAAKK!
A sound echoed across the world.
Above the darkness, beyond what couldn't be seen—
The sky itself was Splitting Apart.
And it was happening Everywhere.
…
Somewhere within the Supreme Dao Sect.
Atop a floating mountain, within one of the Grandest Buildings, an old man sat in quiet meditation.
A Supreme Existence.
A being who had stood at the peak of cultivation for Centuries.
He had grown Bored.
Stretching lazily, he stepped toward the window of his grand palace, gazing down at the sect's disciples, who were all gathered, looking up at the sky.
"What's all this noise about?" he grumbled.
"Even up here in the sky, I can hear their excitement. Are they admiring me? Hmph, well, I can't blame them."
"But still… so noisy."
He sighed.
