There was no longer a plain of interstellar dust beneath Li Tianming's feet. All around him was empty space.
Within sight, a slowly pulsing tower core was the only solid thing, and the only source of light.
"I'm going in." Li Tianming waved to Aurora and the others.
Then, with practiced ease, he reached out and touched the tower core. His heavenly soul abruptly left his body and entered it.
Hum—
When Li Tianming opened his eyes again, he found himself in a pure-white hall. Its floor seemed paved with starlight, several towering pillars bore coiling dragon reliefs, and brilliant, glasslike star ores adorned the ceiling.
Unlike the tower core on the fourth floor, this one held five thousand golden thrones—five times as many!
Each throne was carved with wondrous, rare Dao beasts. They stood packed around Li Tianming at varying heights, allowing him to see every ancestral projection.
More important were the five thousand Supreme Imperial Ancestor-level powerhouses seated upon them, each wearing a solemn expression.
At a gesture from the elder nearest him, Li Tianming stepped forward and sat cross-legged on the cushion before him.
The cushion was itself a treasure. It helped listeners concentrate and, to some extent, improved their efficiency in comprehending the Great Dao.
Once seated, Li Tianming felt his senses grow sharper.
"Li Tianming, there will be more Daos this time, and they will be more varied. You must focus even harder. We all look forward to seeing how you do." A ringing voice came from somewhere unseen.
Li Tianming nodded. "This disciple understands. I'll give it my all."
Li Tianming's terrifying speed of comprehension had left such an impression that his name had spread among the Heavenly Emperor Sect's ancestral projections.
Other disciples could never have achieved that. Even geniuses like Jiang Beichen