Having decided on his path, Qi Yun lingered no longer at the great battle.
He lifted his gaze slightly, looking toward the Celestial Vault at the magnificent figures slowly fading from view.
The True Monarchs' edict had been issued.
Those at the Great Master Realm and above were forbidden from interfering in this battle.
It was an all-encompassing Restriction, an ironclad law jointly established by all the True Monarchs of this world.
No one could outsmart a True Monarch.
No one could employ petty tricks without being detected.
To do so would only invite calamity.
Qi Yun retracted his gaze, standing with his hands clasped behind his back.
His deep blue Daoist robe remained motionless in the astral winds, only the corners of his sleeves stirring gently, much like his current state of mind.
As calm as still water, without a single ripple.
He turned.
He took a step forward.
