The deep starry sea shimmered with countless stars.
A sharp blade floated and sank in the void, a chill of profound isolation washing over anyone who looked.
Sweeping the gaze across tens of light-years, there were not a single habitable planet in sight.
Inside that enormous blade was like a miniature world.
Within it lay high mountains, flowing water, small bridges, and pavilions...
The mountain in the central area was hollowed out, forming a cultivation grotto-heaven.
At this moment, inside the grotto, a man with a flat-top haircut and a white shirt sat cross-legged on a stone platform crafted from jade.
His body leaned against a small wooden table beside him, holding a yellowed scroll of scriptures to read.
He had actually read the contents of the scroll hundreds of times already, able to recite it fluently backwards.
He was none other than Wang Ming, who had just fought a fierce battle against Yuan Zheng.
What he was looking at now was not really the text itself, but rather comprehending the Dao rhyme contained within every single character.
This scroll of scriptures was precisely the Dao De Jing written by Laozi when he headed west through Hangu Pass. Back in the Journey to the West World, Wang Ming had repeatedly used Buddhist and Daoist followers as scapeplants to die in his place, and finally, the leader of the mortal Daoist sect had delivered this scroll of scriptures into Wang Ming's hands to sue for peace.
Other-energy is the form of existence for universal life, and also the only form of existence.
The existence of any object is a manifestation of energy.
Non-living entities contain nuclear energy!
Living entities contain other-energy.
Other-energy is one billion times that of ordinary nuclear energy...
A woman with silver-white hair slowly spoke beside Wang Ming.