Lu Yun had been too small during the thirty-three loops to see many things. He’d only been able to see a vague outline of the person who called upon a mysterious great dao to suppress order and facilitate the fourth realm’s continued survival.

That person looked very familiar to Dongfang Mo.

“A world of sequence?” Lu Yun focused on another keyword. The man had come on the original emperor’s orders to create a world of sequence for the immortal dao?

What does that mean?

Unbidden, Lu Yun looked blankly at Dongfang Mo. Caught in the throes of great sorrow, the other didn’t notice his expression.

“No wonder I haven’t been summoned by the emperor in all this time!” The young man’s face twisted. “But… with the shattering...