Being able to read the time on the Sun was a privilege reserved for the people of the Xinhuo Dynasty.
It was a delicate mechanism that required regular maintenance, and when the Xinhuo Dynasty fell, the Sun’s time-display function vanished with it.
In the past, whenever Yun Zhi came to the Sun she was always stopped by the immortal Dao chains left behind by Wu Yao.
This time, however, was different.
Yun Zhi flipped her palm.
Dao resonance surged, stirring ripples through the space.
Space itself seemed to come alive; Lu Yang and Yun Mengmeng even heard what sounded like the sound of the Dao coming from the edge of the heavens — ethereal and clear, its meaning inscrutable.
An invisible power condensed in Yun Zhi’s palm, slowly taking the shape of a long-handled key.
The key sensed the presence of the immortal Dao chains, moved of its own accord and flew toward them, drawing near and resonating with the chains.
The Dao chains rattled.
Wu Yao’s voice rang out, and even across the void of the cosmos his full-throated voice carried: “I ca— you *********”