"Once when I leaped free of the river of fate, and now again after returning to the ancestral land, I have to endure this torment... I finally understand why the Kunpeng King from two epochs ago became an Immortal King immediately after entering the ancestral land. How could anyone who endured such torment and entered the ancestral land fail to become an Immortal King?"
Zhou Tong groaned inwardly. This torment was too terrifying. It was not merely tormenting his flesh and soul, but even his Great Dao. These flames of light sought to destroy his Dao.
For cultivators devoted to seeking the Dao, the most important thing in the world was their own Dao. Many would rather die than miss the chance to glimpse the supreme Dao, to touch that supreme realm.
Yet the power of these flames of light seemed intent on utterly destroying the Dao pursued by all cultivators. It was destroying a cultivator's hope, their pursuit, their dreams.
This was even more terrifying than the destruction of the flesh and primordial spirit: the destruction of one's will!
The multicolored flames grew increasingly powerful. Zhou Tong's body, soul, Dao Heart, will—everything he had—endured this seemingly endless torment and devastation.
"My Dao, my methods, transcend the ages and surpass fate!" Zhou Tong's eyes were bloodshot. He roared wildly. How could he allow his two hundred thousand years of bitter cultivation to be reduced to nothing?
He frantically circulated the magic power within his body, frantically operating the Kunpeng Method unique to himself. The Great Dao runes that had been ground away were cultivated anew.
He fought with all his might. Whenever the light burned away some runes, he immediately replenished them.
This was his Dao, his Dao Fruit. It absolutely could not be destroyed like this!
Within the land