Amid the chaos, Lu Yang paced forward.
"Though it was a great success, I'm afraid I can't keep it from Chu Sheng for long. That old bastard is far too suspicious, and Dao Tianqi can't keep pretending to be me forever."
So time was limited.
Let me first see what exactly lies within this so-called Eighth Secret Realm, the secret realm Jun, that Spirit Transformation Transcender, specifically left behind for the Dao Lord.
Lu Yang walked step by step, the Great Dao halo behind his head turning slowly. The Light of Order sustained his form, while also making him feel an intense rejection from history and Karma—after all, he had not taken the orthodox path this time. He had taken a shortcut and smuggled himself in.
Fortunately, at that moment—
On the panel of the Hundred Lives Book at his side, the sole talent, Spirit Transformation Heir, suddenly blazed with light, dispersing that indescribable sense of rejection.
Before long, a new sight emerged from the chaos.
It was a ruin.
A dilapidated divine mountain hung over a sea of chaos like a solitary island. Within the deep blackness seemed to settle countless fragmented scenes of apocalypse.
They were like savage beasts baring claws and fangs, seeking to approach the solitary island, yet repelled by some inexplicable mighty power upon it, forever unable to truly draw near. Centered upon the island, the two sides waged an endless tug-of-war. At this moment, time was the most meaningless thing of all.
"This is..."
Lu Yang narrowed his eyes. The Great Dao halo behind his head spun ever more fiercely, while the Light of Order no longer radiated outward, instead condensing into a single point at his brow.
[Order] possessed the wondrous ability to define Myriad Forms.
Under its illumination, any mysteries and profundities