Chapter 572: I Am, Profound Yellow

This was simply the most insane and inconceivable idea since the creation of Heaven and Earth!

The River of Time was the manifestation of the Supreme Law of Heaven and Earth, its power brilliant and majestic!

Throughout history, countless stunningly brilliant figures had attempted to pry into the mysteries of time and borrow the Power of Time. In the end, without exception, they suffered the backlash of time, their bodies perishing and their Dao dissipating as they were reduced to the dust of history!

“Oh no!”

“It’s a trap!”

The expressions of the Dao Kings drastically changed almost simultaneously as they let out furious, panicked roars!

They finally realized that Qi Yun’s apparent “ultimate sublimation” and “manifestation of the true form of Profound Yellow” were never meant to clash head-on with the River of Time!

What he wanted was a reversal!

He intended to use the most powerful “external force” in Heaven and Earth—which they had Guided here—to complete a world-shaking, ultimate ritual that he could never achieve on his own!

“He wants to…” Shen Yi stared fixedly at the Profound Yellow Treasure Tree. Under the “irrigation” of time, it was growing increasingly younger, even beginning to exude an Innate aura of chaos. An almost impossible conjecture surged into his mind uncontrollably and blurted out of his mouth:

“He wants to… reshape the Profound Yellow!!!”

“What?!”

“Reshape the Profound Yellow?!”

“That’s impossible! Heaven and Earth have already been formed, and the Laws are set. How can it be ‘reshaped’?”

“No… What if… what if he relies on the River of Time to regress the state of the Profound Yellow’s ‘existence’ all the way back to the ‘origin point’… before the creation of Heaven and Earth, before the primordial chaos was parted?”

The moment the phrase “origin point” was spoken, all the Dao Kings stood frozen on the spot, as if struck by lightning!

To regress a Grand Thousand world—one that had developed for hundreds of millions of years, nurtured endless civilizations of living beings, perfected its Laws, and stabilized its structure—backward to the chaotic “origin point” of absolute nothingness before the dawn of creation?

How insane was this idea! How unimaginable!

How massive an amount of energy would this require? How profound an understanding and mastery over time and the essence of the world?

And what kind of absolute resolve would it take to willingly “return to zero” alongside the entire world?!

Qi Yun… he actually wanted to do this?! He actually dared to do this?!

As if to verify Shen Yi’s words, the very instant the phrase “reshape the Profound Yellow” dropped—

BOOM!!!!!!!

The boundlessly towering Profound Yellow Treasure Tree, having radiated an indescribable Innate chaotic aura under the “irrigation” of time, suddenly erupted with an unprecedented, sublimely pure light!

Wherever the light touched, space-time, matter, energy, Laws, karma, fate… absolutely everything began to warp and blur. Then, as if wiped away by a giant, invisible hand, everything frantically retracted toward the core of the Profound Yellow Treasure Tree—toward the exact point where Qi Yun had assimilated!

The light swept across the entire Profound Yellow Origin Realm!

The ruined mountains and rivers, the boiling seas, the Broken Celestial Vault, the surviving living beings, the dissipating Spiritual Qi, the severed Laws, the intertwined karma, the lingering obsessions…

Even the phantom of the River of Time stretching across the Celestial Vault, the nine hideous rifts, the nine trembling and shrinking Dao Fruits, the nine furious and despairing Dao Kings, as well as all the dumbfounded True Monarchs and Cultivators below whose Heart and Spirit were severely shaken…

Everything—all matter and beings, sentient or insentient, tangible or intangible—transformed into strands of the most primitive, original Flowing Light before this incomprehensible, irresistible power. They were irreversibly absorbed into that “retracting” core!

Vision vanished, perception blurred, and consciousness sank.

There was only a sense of peace, akin to returning to the womb where all things became one, and… nothingness.

An unknown amount of time passed; it could have been a fleeting instant or an eternity.

That extreme light, which had swept over, devoured, and assimilated everything, finally withdrew slowly and dissipated.

The originally vast and boundless Profound Yellow Origin Realm, the tragic and magnificent battlefield, the river stretching across Heaven and Earth, the Dao Kings who oppressed eternity… Everything was gone.

Heaven and Earth were yet unopened; up and down had no form.

The Cosmos was in Primordial Chaos, and the grand origin was yet unparted.

There was only an expanse of the most primitive, most original “nothingness”—chaotic, indistinct, and dark.

In the center of this absolute, deathly silent chaos, only a single “seed” floated quietly.

It was extremely small, like a speck of dust, yet it seemed to contain “infinity.”

Its colors shone with intertwining Profound Yellow that flowed endlessly. Inside, it was as if earth, water, fire, and wind were brewing. Purity and turbidity, Yin Yang were differentiating. There were suns, moons, stars, mountains, rivers, flowers, birds, insects, fish, and the sacrifices of ancient ancestors…

Endless scenes of the world flickered like passing shadows, unceasingly born and destroyed.

Boundless time passed, its duration unknown.

On the surface of the seed, a tiny, profound fissure quietly emerged.

POP.

A soft sound rang out in the absolute silence, yet it was like the first shocking clap of thunder from the creation of Heaven and Earth.

The fissure expanded.

A tender, green sprout—one that seemed capable of propping up the entire chaos—poked its head out from the fissure, carefully yet with unwavering determination.

Then—it unfurled.

Frantically, unrestrainedly, and at a speed beyond all imagination, it unfurled! It grew!

The sprout turned into a green stem, the green stem branched out into twigs, leaves sprouted on the twigs, and Flowing Light containing endless Dao Rhyme bloomed among the leaves…

A brand-new Treasure Tree of Heaven and Earth—its entire body flowing with chaotic luster, its branches like dragons, its leaves carrying realms, and emitting Supreme majesty and vigorous vitality—used that Profound Yellow seed as its starting point. With indescribable mighty power, it forcefully propped open a piece of “Heaven and Earth” amidst this absolute primordial chaos!

The purity ascended, transforming into the clear blue sky, where the sun, moon, and stars evolved on their own and hung high above.

The turbidity descended, transforming into the thick, heavy earth, where mountains and rivers naturally rose and stretched boundlessly.

A brand-new, pure, perfect, and infinitely possible newborn Profound Yellow World—where the Laws reached Perfection, Dao Rhyme was abundant, and vitality was boundless—was resoundingly born under the propping up of this newborn, indomitable Treasure Tree!

The stability of its foundation, the profoundness of its heritage, and the boundlessness of its potential surpassed the old, disaster-ridden, and scarred Profound Yellow by hundreds of millions of times!

And at the very top of that newborn Treasure Tree…

A figure transitioned from ethereal to solid, quietly condensing.

Clad in a simple black Daoist Robe, he stood tall with his hands clasped behind his back. With his eyes quietly lowered, he overlooked the brand-new Profound Yellow Heaven and Earth beneath his feet—a world he had personally “reshaped” and reborn from the ashes.

A gentle breeze brushed past the treetops of the newborn world, bringing the fresh scent of vegetation and soil.

He stood quietly, acting as the “anchor point” for this new world, and also like a silent Monument.

After a long time, an incredibly light voice, sounding almost like a soliloquy, drifted with the wind between this newborn Heaven and Earth, carrying a trace of faint emotion and endless distance:

“I sought the true Dao in the Primordial, Reopening Heaven and Earth, I am Supreme. When the Profound Yellow bows in submission, Through myriad tribulations and Reincarnation, a single thought brings spring.”

(End of Book)