Chapter 493: The Final Matter! The Countdown Will Appear! Offering the City of All Heavens?

"To observe the Dao... to comprehend the Dao... is nothing more than this."

After a long while, Li Mo withdrew his gaze. Within his eyes seemed to dwell ineffable mysteries, containing myriad secrets, as if there were fluctuations of Hongmeng, as if there were the evolution of Chaos.

Profound and deep, yet wonderful beyond words.

His aura seemed to be washed by it, yet also sublimated by it, deep and boundless, as if containing endless abysses and black holes. To meet his gaze for even a moment would make one's heart race, inducing dread.

For nearly ten million years, he had looked down upon the Primordial World, as if supervising all order. All affairs of the Primordial World were reflected in Li Mo's eyes, as if viewing from a third-person perspective, or like reading a novel, taking everything in.

This could not directly increase Li Mo's cultivation base, nor directly boost his strength, but the settling of Li Mo's state of mind was ineffable.

It also allowed Li Mo to ponder and realize from another perspective; the many benefits of this were naturally easy to imagine.

For endless ages, Li Mo had either been in seclusion cultivating, or deducing and setting up schemes.

Even when resting, he was still thinking about plans. To completely empty one's mind, to place oneself outside the matter, to think of nothing and do nothing—such a thing had never happened before.

For Li Mo, it was still fresh, and equally interesting. This could be seen from the fact that Li Mo's state of mind had become steady, his eyes seemingly calm as a lake, showing no change whatsoever.

"Calculating the time, it is about right."

"The last time, and also, the last matter."

His eyes shifted slightly, as if space and time were being nurtured, as if the universe was deriving. If there were timelines extending, it seemed as if endless space and time were gathering. In an instant, his eyes lowered slightly, all these mysteries silenced and vanished. Li Mo spoke as if murmuring to himself.

The time is about right!

The last time, the last matter!

This, what it represents is none other than a countdown!

Representing the time when the Primordial World will truly face the heavens and myriad realms!

Just as "870" meant sharpening the sword for ten years only to reveal its edge, now, it is almost enough.

Once this matter is settled, the Primordial World will make up for its final shortcoming, and will set everything in its proper place, thereby officially stepping onto the grand stage of the heavens, thereby officially engaging in a game of strategy across the entire heavens, establishing the foundation of the supreme.

At that time, the Primordial World will either sweep away everything, suppress the heavens, thereby forging an unparalleled foundation, and thus step into the source of the supreme.

Or, everything will vanish into smoke and clouds, the entire Primordial World will be destroyed, and all living beings will perish.

Of course, this situation is impossible to occur. Li Mo has already pushed everything forward, and set up schemes in the dark. The arrangements or preparations that should be made have all been done. If the Primordial World would still fail under these circumstances, then Li Mo would have nothing more to say.

He holds the source, gathers causality, controls fate; everything is under his control. If he says it is impossible, then it is... impossible!

"Soon... soon..."

A faint smile appeared on his face, and a hint of amusement seemed to surface at the corner of Li Mo's mouth.

All secrets, all answers, and above all that, the most fundamental realm, everything, will soon be revealed before Li Mo's eyes; all answers will also be fully presented!

That day is almost here!

Voom!!!

His aura was obscure and profound, then seemingly tens of billions of ripples spread and boiled, turning entirely into illusion and merging into Li Mo's body, as if returning to simplicity, as if the Great Dao was the simplest. At this moment, Li Mo seemed to become an ordinary mortal, yet gave a feeling of containing special charm, as if profound and boundless. Even the Great Dao or the Sovereigns would seem to tremble and fear before him. With a wave of his hand, the immortal fruits and tea in the small pavilion manifested from illusion to reality, as if creating something from nothing out of thin air. Li Mo slowly sat down. With a thought, the entire Primordial World was presented in Li Mo's eyes, as if shrinking into a miniature and coming into view. A whisper seemed to emerge from his mouth, faint and elusive: "Accumulated for so long, once this matter is settled, it is time for the final great ascension."

The final, great ascension!

Once this matter is concluded, the Primordial World will face that final battle, the true battle.

Pointing the sword at the heavens, pointing the sword at the myriad realms, to battle the entire heavens and myriad realms.

What will happen at that time is self-evident, and not difficult to imagine.

After all, do not forget that within the heavens there are not only these boundless planes and many strong ones, but also many unknown existences hidden beneath the whirlpools, hidden beneath the dark tides.

For example, the mysterious existence that sealed the Sovereigns.

For example, the projections of those supreme realms.

These all need to be resolved.

And these, naturally, need not be managed by the Primordial World's giants, but by him, to manage!

Having hidden in the background for so long, if Li Mo said he was not bored or uninterested, that would be nonsense. Involving the beginning of glory, involving the Primordial World truly entering the world, as the one who set up everything behind the scenes, if he does not appear at this moment, then when will he appear again!

In these nearly ten million years, although Li Mo did not cultivate, the Primordial World's improvement never stopped. How much primordial essence Li Mo accumulated is imaginable and self-evident.

Just the divine abilities obtained were quite numerous, but Li Mo himself did not pay too much attention. After all, with his current foundation, except for the supreme divine abilities which were somewhat troublesome, deducing or creating others was a trivial matter, so he naturally did not care too much.

The foundation accumulated over these nearly ten million years, if added to the accumulation during this period, if Li Mo were to enter seclusion, the increase in his cultivation base would be hard to imagine, and self-evident.

By that time, even excluding authority and foundation, Li Mo's cultivation base would be enough to crush all the giants of the entire Primordial World. As for strength, it would reach a level difficult to imagine!

"Oh? Has it begun?"

While pondering, sensing something, Li Mo slightly raised his eyebrows, then immediately focused all his attention on the Primordial World.

These matters are not urgent for now; anyway, there is still some time. For now, let's watch the show!

This final play, and also the final curtain call of this realm of the heavens, is equally a magnificent beginning; naturally, it cannot be missed.

In the main hall of the Purple Palace.

On the high platform, it was seen that Supreme Hongjun was surrounded by boundless Dao principles and immortal flowers. As if beams of rainbow were merging in, as if a large amount of mysteries were gathering, profound and unfathomable, boundless and mysterious, as if containing the charm of swallowing mountains and rivers.

Implicitly, planes appeared quietly, within which seemed to be billions upon billions of living beings seemingly praying, as if singing hymns. Continuous streams of wishful power crossed space and time and the universe, merging towards Supreme Hongjun.

For nearly ten million years, Supreme Hongjun had almost constantly cultivated within the Purple Palace. Even when appointing apostles, he only sent condensed avatars to resolve matters. Ten million years of cultivation had made the increase in his cultivation base unimaginable.

The gathering of vast primordial essence and the blessing of countless realizations made Supreme Hongjun even more intoxicated by it. The reason for such crazy cultivation was precisely this.