In his eyes, high above, the previously violent Tao Principles began to subside at a visible rate, dispersing in all directions.
"The Yuandao World is about to fully merge into the Ancient World," Han Yi thought to himself.
"This journey, too, must come to an end here."
No sooner had the thought crossed his mind than the Yuandao World suddenly shook, sinking downward. In a mere three breaths' time, it stopped again. The chaotic and disordered Tao Principles around it also began to vanish, merging into the world.
Han Yi could sense that at this very moment, outside the Yuandao World, countless figures appeared in the Hangu Plain. The aura of these figures sent a chill through his heart reflexively.
Tao Ancestors.
The battle for the unique objects of the Primordial Dao had escalated to the Tao Ancestors' involvement.
