[Human World].
Vast azure light filled the cosmos, boundless and infinite, as though it were overturning the very definition of smallness, endlessly expanding in every direction in scale and volume.
Yet the more it swelled, the smaller it became.
At first, its radiance was like a vast ocean. But as time passed, it became a tiny glimmer, pressed into the center of a palm by a single hand.
"What a [Heaven in the Palm]!"
Ling Xiao's voice of praise rang out from within the azure light. In his perception, the palm containing him at this moment was unimaginably vast.
As though it had no end.
More importantly, he felt that his own status seemed to be being cast down in the process, until even the scene before him began to change.
At first, he could still clearly see the heaven-covering hand that had seized him in its palm. He could see its owner standing beyond heaven and earth, looking down upon him. Yet as time went on, he could no longer make out that figure beyond heaven and earth, nor could he see those eyes gazing down at him.
In the end, even the palm vanished from sight.
All he could see was a flourishing paradise, teeming with life and bursting with all creation, as though the clash just now had been nothing but an illusion—a hallucination from cultivation deviation.
Boom.
Thunder rumbled above the Vault Sky.
In an instant, Ling Xiao felt an unimaginable sense of separation, as though his body no longer belonged to him, and the Great Dao was about to abandon him.
This is no place to linger.
He knew full well that the other party's profundity was continuously eroding his Great Dao. Given enough time, he would surely become nothing more than a plaything in