As Buddhist chants echoed, a dazzling white light suddenly blossomed from the black balloon. Bi Changchun, dressed in a plain azure robe, drifted out of the white light with a calm expression. His bearing was incomparably pure and holy, as though he had witnessed all the vicissitudes of the world yet remained untouched by them, having attained the Dao where he stood.
There was no visible tear in the black balloon, nor had any spatial rift been ripped open. Yet Bi Changchun had simply emerged with perfect composure, his sacred elegance carrying an eerie quality that defied comprehension.
"Could it be that you instantly comprehended the realm of the Dao? How is that possible..." The Demon God could not help but stare blankly and mutter to himself, his eyes nearly going wide and straight. No one knew what he was thinking. When the dazzling white light supporting Bi Changchun suddenly vanished, his gaze sharpened again as he shouted, "No! You have not attained the Dao where you stood. Could this be the realm of false Dao?"
"True is true, false is false. If it were false, it would merely be an illusion, capable only of confusing the eyes and ears. How could I possibly have emerged from your real Pure Demon Domain?" Bi Changchun himself sighed with some emotion. "Your Pure Demon Domain truly is formidable. At the critical moment, I had no choice but to borrow the Dao. Though I could not break your Pure Demon Domain, leaving the Demon Realm was no problem."
"What?" The Demon God's eyes went blank again. He exclaimed in astonishment, "Borrow the Dao? The Dao can be borrowed?"
"Then why do you say it cannot be borrowed?" Bi Changchun countered. The Demon God was instantly left speechless, his head full of question marks.