Dao!
There are three thousand daos, and every single one can lead to the Great Dao.
However—
As long as someone reached the finish line first, everyone else's dao could forever only rank beneath it.
Cultivating the dao!
It was not a matter of sitting quietly and practicing Qi without contending with the world, but rather the single word "contend."
Contend with the heavens, contend with the earth, and contend with all living beings.
The Primordial World was a chaotic and free period. During this era, there was no Heavenly Dao, no heavenly codes, no Six Paths of Reincarnation, and no Heavenly Court or netherworld...
The Primordial World was vast and boundless, with resources everywhere. As long as you had talent and a powerful dao heart, you had a chance to climb to that supreme peak.
Only,
You had a chance, and others had a chance as well.
The high places of the Great Dao were narrow and could only accommodate one person. Once someone was there, others could no longer ascend.
Therefore, the powerhouses of the Primordial World would not let go of any opportunity to enhance their own strength and foundation.
Borrowing the power of the Heavenly Dao, Wang Ming severely damaged the Changui World, causing ninety-nine percent of the changui that Ferocious Tiger relied on as backing to be directly annihilated by Wang Ming.
This scene truly chilled the hearts of all the Primordial powerhouses, deepening their fear of the world's Heavenly Dao while also making them more resolute in their desire to win the identity of the spokesperson of the Heavenly Dao.
Every single Primordial mighty figure was an peerless old schemer, yet each of them had also slaughtered their way out of the barbarous era through blood and fire; they had never lacked the courage