A channel of unknown end and unknown origin.
Bizarre, deep, and desolate, a young man covered in fragments of Principles of the Dao and wearing a Xuan Cloak walked alone upon it.
The channel was constructed between worlds, transcending time and space, detached from fate and karma, built entirely of laws and Dao rhymes—this was the power of the taboo tier.
Only absolute powerhouses could set foot upon it; the power of the ages throughout past, future, and present circulated around the young man, the power of space distributed across the zenith, nadir, and four cardinal directions, karma and fate governed all cause and effect, and all manner of Principles of the Dao circulated and flowed, forming a formless and imageless ring of laws that enwrapped him within, rendering him immune to all techniques.
Just at this moment, a brilliant light appeared ahead in the channel.
The light,
sacred yet icy.
grand yet tyrannical.
The brightness of the light softened in an instant, revealing a tall and majestic figure with a figure like a straight pine, wearing an imperial Ping Tian Crown with twelve strings of pearls, clad in an imperial Mianfu Robe, with the Son of Heaven Sword hanging at his waist, and stepping upon the Dao path of ten thousand miles of rivers and mountains. The Dao rhymes pulsating around his body were mountains, rivers, lakes, and seas, the universe and starry skies, kings and marquises, generals and ministers, the common folk and the state, and the tyrannical dominion over life and death...
"You... have returned!" the powerhouse of the imperial Dao said after a moment of silence.
"Indeed! I am back!" said the young man wearing the Xuan Cloak.
"Once you left, you should never have returned."
"There is no should or should not, only whether I