A glowing figure radiating dazzling silver light strolled above the endless sea of clouds.
His steps were slow and leisurely, without the slightest hint of anxiety, as though he truly were out for a walk. His seemingly unhurried pace was actually the profound ability of shrinking the earth into an inch and turning the horizon into close quarters.
Nether River and the various sages were locked in a decisive battle. The power of the rules they radiated made the space in that region distorted and chaotic. Having arrived at the Third Heavens via spatial teleportation, Wang Ming had no choice but to fly up on his own.
His gaze swept over those collapsed magnificent giant palaces, extinguished formations, boundless sea of clouds, and breached heavenly rivers...
He followed the heavenly ladder toward the higher celestial realms. Behind him lay scattered bones, broken weapons, and mottled bloodstains...
The scenes of gods and immortals perishing made Wang Ming acutely aware of the perils ahead on the path.
This journey,
was to fight for a future for the human race of this realm.
was to seek peace of mind.
and even more so—
to prove his own Dao.
He had enjoyed the conveniences of being the Human King, and now that the human race faced a crisis, if he did not act, his state of mind would be hard to clear.
Nether River's act of sacrificing all living beings truly made Wang Ming feel a stirring of unbearable pity,
yet it was not enough to make him risk his life to come here.
That was merely a catalyst.
He himself also desired a battle.
Hiding in a nameless place and consuming a massive amount of Merit Power, he had deduced the proactive cultivation method.
He knew the immortal path was boundless, but giving