Hearing Gu An's instructions, Zui began carefully peering into the mysterious karma attached to the Great Dao.
At first, all he saw was mist.
He kept peering, pushing his vision forward, wanting to see the true face of karma's origin.
A long while passed.
Zui suddenly frowned. His Immortal Emperor Pupils turned hollow, his body trembled faintly, and his entire person seemed to go rigid.
Gu An did not immediately intervene. He let Zui properly experience it; even if it was a painful ordeal, it could still broaden his horizons.
He continued looking ahead, seeming to admire the splendid rivers and mountains, but in truth, he was peering into the Path of the Great Dao.
The power of chaos had already invaded the Heavenly Dao. They did not carry out wanton slaughter; instead, they spread inheritances, using the Dao of chaos to dilute Heavenly Dao Luck. Among them, the Path of the Great Dao had already become a killing ground for inheritors. All kinds of Great Dao luck surged forth, and Great Dao Emperor Lord and Hunyuan Dao Emperor were no longer the first choice for Cultivators.
How could low-realm Cultivators concern themselves with the peril of the Heavenly Dao? The troubles of their own lives were enough to give them headaches. They needed to seize every chance to grow stronger and extend their lifespans.
All kinds of orthodoxies emerged within the Heavenly Dao, making the conflicts across the Myriad Worlds even more intense. To a portion of living beings, this was a flourishing age, but to even more living beings, these were dark years, despairing and oppressive.
After roughly the time it took an incense stick to burn, Gu An raised his hand and pressed it onto Zui's right shoulder.
In an instant, Zui's eyes became clear all at