After the Dimension-Fixing Attendants turned to tribulation ash and scattered, all the dimensional restrictions barring the entrance to the Source of Myriad Dimensions vanished without a trace.
The Eternal Heavenly Palace's purple-gold dragon head hovered silently above the enormous White Bone Divine Ring. The chaotic, raging void storms all around seemed to come under the suppression of some higher will at that moment, settling into layers of transparent, mirrorlike membranes of rules. As far as the eye could see, the bottomless Colorless Abyss resembled a primordial giant beast sleeping at the universe's earliest moment. Each exceedingly slow breath expelled hundreds of millions of strands of utterly pure primordial ancestral qi.
Chu Qing did not rush to swing his sword at the withered shell sitting cross-legged at the bottom of the Abyss.
On the long road toward the Daluo Ultimate Realm, he understood the true meaning of "sharpening the axe" and "cutting firewood" better than any other living being. At this very moment, the primordial source marrow surging from the core of the Source of Myriad Dimensions washed unreservedly over every inch of the Eternal Heavenly Palace's formation patterns. It also poured through the Baihui point at the crown of his head, flooding every limb and bone like an infusion of enlightenment.
"Ten thousand years of cultivation-Foundation Establishment, Golden Core, Nascent Soul, Spirit Transformation, and even ascending to Daluo... everyone believes immortal cultivation is a process of piling things up, 'creating something from nothing and accumulating ever more.'"
Chu Qing sat cross-legged in midair directly above the White Bone Divine Ring, his hands forming the most ancient and primitive essence-embracing seal as he allowed the colorless ancestral qi filling the sky to penetrate his immortal body:
"But at the beginning of the Great Dao, all things were a single expanse of