Chapter 1 For the former people under the Central Divine Court, the brightest star in the sky was not the fixed star of each starfield, but the immortal deity stationed in that world.

And the Miro Divine Maiden, she will always remember the night sky of Earth when spring and summer met that year. The white-haired girl raised her head at that time, and between her tearful eyes, she could only see the bright starlight in the sky. A dazzling Milky Way rose from Earth, driving a towering divine ship, and went straight to the top of the high sky.

As the spirit of the Preaching Tower, the Divine Maiden can remember many people's faces. Those with the solemnity of the Heavenly Emperor, the majesty of the Heavenly Venerate, the doting like an old father, and the always frowning faces are always unforgettable. However, in the slow torment of the spiritless era, these faces gradually faded and became blurred. One by one, the faces of the human emperors and mortal cultivators who inherited the right to use the Preaching Tower emerged in turn. Between the flashing lights, emperors, generals, and heroic cultivators were all among them.

But these faces are too fragile and dissipated in the breath of time. The girl walks in the fragmented world, and every grain of sand under her feet is an indistinct time.

Immortality... Only Earth Immortals can be immortal, and only Earth Immortals can accompany those Heavenly Venerates of the past. Any attendant and guard of a Heavenly Venerate and Heavenly Emperor is an Earth Immortal. This is not for the sake of the Heavenly Venerate's仪仗威严 (yi zhang wei yan, ceremonial guard and majesty), but simply because the time it takes to remember a face and see a heart clearly is too long. If it breaks halfway, even immortals and gods will sigh.

The immortal Miro Divine Maiden originally thought that she would rotate in those fragile faces for a long time. She would witness the rise and fall of mankind in the long years, and watch the conquests and peace between countless heroes and wise men. Until one day, mankind will rise in blood and fire like the immortals and gods of the past, and step into the clouds in the sky. She will once again be able to clearly remember faces, and once again see many bright stars hanging in the sky, even more so than the scorching sun.

But who knew that in just less than ten thousand years, the spiritual tide recovered, and she had the opportunity to remember faces. There was even a star of daylight brighter than all the light in the universe hanging above the sky, suppressing all brilliance.

Warm, hot, perhaps a little impersonal, but that is the embodiment of the greatest tenderness.

Closing her eyes, feeling the heat suddenly emerging from the inside of her 'body', sensing the radiance emanating from the Preaching Tower in front of her, located in the black, endless realm.

For some reason, the Miro Divine Maiden suddenly recalled a memory fragment from a long time ago.

[Are you not coming back?]

Among the drifting clouds, the girl walked with a Heavenly Emperor: [Even if the race is destroyed and the ancestral land is barren?]

[Of course.] The majestic man stroked his long beard, and the first Heavenly Emperor smiled: [If our descendants are destroyed, then let them be destroyed.]

[Liar.] The girl tugged at the other party's clothes forcefully: [You left so many divine weapons and Dao artifacts, and you even left me behind. You are not so洒脱 (sa tuo, free and unrestrained).]

[Stop, stop, stop, my robe is precious.] The man raised his hand helplessly, indicating that he was afraid of the girl: [Descendants... are not some sacred and naturally immortal holy object. We have left many things as a guarantee, little Miro, you know better than anyone.]

Saying this, the man raised his head, looked up at the starry sky, and stared at the endless cracks bursting in the universe: [If they are destroyed, then let them be destroyed.]

[Just like our adventure... if we fail, won't we be destroyed as well? Compared to that, staying in our hometown is safer, at least we can safely continue for tens of thousands of years.]

[So you won't come back.] The little girl could always grasp the key points. She tugged at his clothes even harder: [You are desperately trying to go out. Is the outside world so worth the risk? The Great Dao exists in all things. You can clearly see it, but you only look at it seriously when you go out.]

[Alas, clever girl, silly girl.]

The man sighed: [The important thing is never whether you can see the Great Dao, but whether you dare to practice the Great Dao—if we don't even dare to go out, what else dare we do?]

[If we don't even dare to step out of our home, how can we say that we can protect this home?]

[Don't dwell on whether we come back or not... is coming back important?]

Saying this, he smiled and touched Miro's head: [As long as you are not destroyed, we will always be with all living beings.]

Only now did the Miro Divine Maiden understand what this sentence meant.

Buzz—

Heaven and earth shook, and almost endless light patterns erupted from the myriad wonders Preaching Tower like a volcanic eruption. Even the Divine Maiden, who was already used to seeing immortals and gods, could not help but stare blankly at the sky, watching the rune mist that affected half of the Earth and continued to spread towards the void of the universe.

The reason why it affected half of the Earth was because not only the direction of Zheng Country (China) showed such anomalies, but the same anomalies also appeared in all the great power inheritance sites in the four directions of the world.

At this moment, the endless rune spiritual mist standing between heaven and earth began to gradually condense, condensing into a gigantic object that reached the sky and the earth.

A more majestic, more gigantic, even larger than the moon... Preaching Tower!

[This is—]

The Miro Divine Maiden could not help but tremble slightly. An irresistible tremor, a sense of insignificance and intimacy rising from the true spirit, was rising from her body.

Above the clouds.

Above the sky.

In the vacuum of the universe, the Preaching Tower, surrounded by countless spiritual lights flowing like rivers, stood stably in the void. Its existence was so huge that the land and oceans of the entire Earth were like a layer of moss and puddles, and the Earth itself was just a base to carry it.

Not only the Miro Divine Maiden, but all the people of Zheng Country, all the people of Earth saw it—but most of the things seen in each region were different, because in other regions, holy mountains also suddenly rose from the ground, and brilliant crystal heavens floated in the void, releasing endless bright light.

They resonated with each other, vibrated with each other, and stirred up spiritual energy waves like tsunamis, turning into many giant vortices like living creatures. Wherever it passed, even the void rippled with thunder, and the dark vacuum lit up with endless brilliant light, and then went out one after another.

The fluctuation continued.

Taking the Earth as the center, continuous vibrations were shaking the foundation of all things, thereby leading to the entire sealed universe.

At this moment, not only the Earth civilization, but all the living things and all the civilizations with cultivators in the entire sealed universe will clearly feel that this world will not be the same as in the past.

The agitated spiritual energy wind carried the roar, blowing through everything in the world. No cultivator could ignore the sudden changes on this planet without being affected. Most of them were disheveled by this wind, their beards and hair were messy, and even Earth Immortals could not stop this strange vibration. They could only calm their minds and stare at the high sky, guessing the source of all these anomalies.

But only the Miro Divine Maiden ascended to the high sky, unaffected by any spiritual energy fluctuations and vibrations. The wind carried semi-transparent shock waves through the white-haired girl's shoulders and armpits, rolled over her body and clothes, but not even half a strand of the Divine Maiden's hair fluttered with it, remaining motionless.

Drip, drip.

The Miro Divine Maiden stared at the high tower standing above the sky, already in tears.

In fact, there should be no such sound, because the tears dripping from the corners of the Divine Maiden's eyes were not real, but a stream of light scattered in the wind. But for some reason, these illusory tears seemed to have substance, and it was as if someone had caught and wiped them away. For a time, except for some reddish eyes, the white-haired girl did not look at all out of sorts.

[You...]

She said in a low voice, a little choked up: [Your Great Dao... is back.]

As soon as these words were spoken, it seemed that laughter came from the long years, echoing in this world from morning to night.

The darkness disappeared with it, and in the entire solar system, and even in the larger space-time circle, taking the shadow of the gigantic myriad wonders Preaching Tower as an intermediary, boiling spiritual light emerged from the void, like willow catkins scattered in the air, showing its Dao纹路 (dao wen lu, Dao patterns).

These auras swayed, dissecting the essence of space and time, penetrating deep into the foundation of the world, imprinting their marks deep into the universe, and replacing the structure of all things.

Not just one... and not just once. Now, the Earth is continuously resonating with the same but different fluctuations.

If it were a 合道 (he dao, Dao Harmonization) expert from the world of creation, he would definitely recall a similar scene at this moment.

That is the appearance of Su Zhou continuously 合道 (he dao, Dao Harmonization), using this seemingly gentle but actually extremely evil destructive power, breaking through the defense of the One God and penetrating deep into its controlled space-time.

This is the fluctuation of 合道 (he dao, Dao Harmonization)!

And now, it is the inheritances of the major forces on Earth themselves that are continuously 合道 (he dao, Dao Harmonization).

"I knew it..."

On the ground, Zhang Qingyun and two friends stood on the top of the Tiandu Central Committee. He raised his head and stared at the high sky, and couldn't help but murmur: "They have already advanced—they have already arrived, just waiting!"

"Or rather, they have been waiting, waiting for a descendant to surpass them, open the endless prison that seals the homeland, and untie the终寰镇印 (zhong huan zhen yin, Final World Seal). In this way, they can also return their Great Dao to their hometown... and return to their homeland!"

He contacted the Miro Divine Maiden, originally hoping that the Preaching Tower could open up trials and assist many private sects to establish themselves, so that they would have a foundation... but now it seems that the result may be better than he imagined.

The entire Zheng Country is essentially ruled by thirty-six academies. Although the major academies are wholeheartedly serving the people because of the Taiping Grand Array, this entanglement of countless interests has indeed created unshakeable behemoths.

The students of Zhengyi Academy, the cultivators of the Zhang family, are more equal than other civilian cultivators. The cultivators of other Grade A academies and major cultivation families are also the same, with privileges, salaries, and benefits being more prioritized. This is class, achieved by relying on the blessings of ancestors.

But now...

"With so many Great Daos, the entire basic model of the universe has to be recalculated." Muttering to himself, the man showed a smile, even laughing wildly, cursing constantly: "Everything in the past is definitely impossible now—who isn't a descendant of the Heavenly Emperor? Who isn't a bloodline of the Heavenly Venerate? Ancestral blessings, haha, everyone has ancestral blessings, damn it, everyone is born of a damn human, there is no one who is different!"

"Hahahaha, everything has to start from scratch!"

The light flickered, as if in agreement.

The flowing morning light filled the universe, and darkness seemed to be drawn from the universe by some force.

In the universe, many forces stopped their actions. They sensed the echoes left in their bloodlines or ancestral inheritances. Not only Earth, but the ancestral land of the Cenostians, the location of the Twilight Starfield, also lit up with the same halos.

And in the farther reaches, some long-extinct places, where even a trace of ruins on their homeland planets had been erased, with not even a speck of dust left, also lit up with halos. A vast and immense power, like a fixed star, lit up the night sky.

The first ray of this Great Dao fell on that desolate and dilapidated dead planet. For a time, time reversed, all the ruins began to collapse, and new grass and trees began to sprout, and extinct species reappeared.

Until that moment, the intelligent race, reborn from the ashes, stood blankly on the earth. Light shone on them, and the warm morning light climbing upwards continuously stretched their shadows longer and longer, until it revealed those eyes that were blankly gazing at the sky and the stars.

Ten thousand years passed, one hundred thousand years passed, and countless times passed. The myriad things that were destroyed by the light in the past were finally resurrected from the light. They once again stared at the starry sky, being touched by the warm morning light, like the gentle hands of their ancestors.

All the sins and punishments have been worn away in the repeated cycle of morning and evening, moon and night.

[Thank you.]

A voice that shook the heavens came, with sincere gratitude: [Renewing the old appearance and restoring the new... We cannot return to our hometown, and we truly rely on the utmost assistance of fellow Daoist!]

[Merely continuing the lost knowledge for the past sages.]

Another voice sounded, replying calmly: [The number of extinct beings is more than hundreds of millions. I will not save all, and you want to save, so I will lend you a hand.]

That voice said: [This is the greatest implementation.]

This voice also said: [The land of the homeland should be respected by Zhuzhou (Candle Dragon).]

Many voices followed in agreement: [The land of the homeland should be respected by Zhuzhou (Candle Dragon).]

A grand and resounding announcement throughout the heavens shook the realms: [In this world, you should be the World Honored One.]

Preaching Tower.

The Miro Divine Maiden rubbed her eyes. She was already free. The constraints that were originally used to protect her from being worn away by the spiritless era, which were also shackles that bound her around the Preaching Tower, had been removed from the fundamental source. With the flash of the Dao Harmonization divine light, she had finally obtained what she wanted to obtain and did not want to obtain.

At this moment, Zhang Qingyun also came to the Preaching Tower. He looked at the Miro Divine Maiden, and his eyes widened for a moment: "Eh..."

"I want revenge." Then, the former Dao Saint heard such a declaration: "Zhang boy, you have to help me."

The man saw the white-haired girl clench her fists and wave them towards the sky above, her tone filled with resentment: "They turned me into a left-behind child. Now that the roads are open, they still don't come back!"

"If they don't come to me, I will go and find them, and take revenge!"

"I see, that's true." The Dao Saint pondered slightly, and couldn't help but smile wryly. He immediately understood the cause and effect. Although he muttered in his heart that the Divine Maiden was really unreasonable, he still comforted her: "Don't be so anxious, don't worry, we are all family."

After all, if everyone was reasonable, who would achieve Dao Harmonization and redefine new principles?

The Miro Divine Maiden nodded slightly, hmm-ed softly, and continued to stare at the high sky.

And at this moment, in the Qingqiu Realm, countless Tianhu (Celestial Fox) clansmen were multiplying on this planet, as prosperous as Earth.

But suddenly, accompanied by alarms that resounded throughout the planet, a cyan-gray halo, like bronze steel, suddenly leaped from Qingqiu Star, and then went straight into the dark universe void, and even the void of the multiverse.

"What's going on?!"

Gu Zechuan, who was dealing with official business in his office, suddenly stood up. He is now the director of the Qingqiu Star Central Alert Bureau, subordinate to Su Zhou. He usually takes care of the Jiuli Seal, and is naturally shocked by this. Both fox ears kept shaking and trembling: "The seal is broken?"

And his subordinates stumbled into the office: "Director, it's not good, the seal is empty! That lord ran out—"

"Alas, why bother!" Although Gu Zechuan was shocked and even horrified at first, now his ears and tail were lowered, and he even breathed a sigh of relief. The handsome Tianhu (Celestial Fox) youth with silver hair and blue eyes even complained: "How could that lord not know the current situation? The Minister is still here, what can He do if He comes out?"

"The seal... seems to have heard something."

And the subordinate hesitated, a little afraid to speak: "I guess..."

Gu Zechuan tilted his eyes and repeated suspiciously: "You guess..."

The subordinate made up his mind: "I guess, it's revenge?"

A stream of light flashed across the night sky, a star trail like a confused symbol, evoking a question that has always existed between heaven and earth.

——In the beginning of ancient times, who preached it?

Billions of halos flowed, gathering from countless corners of the multiverse, the Great Dao, vast and mighty like a torrent, coalescing towards that silver vortex in the void.

——Whoever it is, whoever it is.

——Just as humans always gaze at the high sky.

——The Great Dao always extends.